The Four Horses of the not Apocalypse (Copy) (Copy) (Copy)
4 Horses of the NOT apocalypse
I was alone, just me, the fog, and the peace of my surroundings. An ideal morning in the Smoky Mountains. I was photographing a far off mountain scene, when behind me I heard something. My mind and my attention was focused on getting the mountain shot, so the sound of heavy hooves clomping behind me startled me a bit.
Imagine my surprise when I look to see this. Four beautiful horses walking in line, literally following the leader. I had to photograph it because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. What a great moment from a great trip.
The Four Horses of the not Apocalypse (Copy) (Copy)
4 Horses of the NOT apocalypse
I was alone, just me, the fog, and the peace of my surroundings. An ideal morning in the Smoky Mountains. I was photographing a far off mountain scene, when behind me I heard something. My mind and my attention was focused on getting the mountain shot, so the sound of heavy hooves clomping behind me startled me a bit.
Imagine my surprise when I look to see this. Four beautiful horses walking in line, literally following the leader. I had to photograph it because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. What a great moment from a great trip.
The Four Horses of the not Apocalypse (Copy) (Copy)
4 Horses of the NOT apocalypse
I was alone, just me, the fog, and the peace of my surroundings. An ideal morning in the Smoky Mountains. I was photographing a far off mountain scene, when behind me I heard something. My mind and my attention was focused on getting the mountain shot, so the sound of heavy hooves clomping behind me startled me a bit.
Imagine my surprise when I look to see this. Four beautiful horses walking in line, literally following the leader. I had to photograph it because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. What a great moment from a great trip.
The Good, the bad and the ugly
The Fred Hartmann Bridge
I travel this bridge 5, sometimes 6 days a week if Im headed to Galveston to photograph something down there.
It’s a beautiful bridge, especially at sunset, but it’s also a place of defiance, frustration and unfortunately tragedy. I have sat on this bridge when a group decided to repel off of it, thanks for making me late Greenpeace. Ive also been knocked around in my car when storms pass through, and yes, sat for hours when a horrible accident had fatalities.
It can be so many different things at different times, but I choose to focus on its beauty, and usually the quickest way to get to work.
4 Horses of the NOT apocalypse
I was alone, just me, the fog, and the peace of my surroundings. An ideal morning in the Smoky Mountains. I was photographing a far off mountain scene, when behind me I heard something. My mind and my attention was focused on getting the mountain shot, so the sound of heavy hooves clomping behind me startled me a bit.
Imagine my surprise when I look to see this. Four beautiful horses walking in line, literally following the leader. I had to photograph it because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. What a great moment from a great trip.