The wild horses of North Carolina's Outer Banks are said to have descended from Spanish horses brought there centuries ago. They live off island vegetation and have even learned where to find fresh water in this land of salty waves. They are healthy and strong and familial, roaming the sands together. (This one was enjoying a moment of solitude.) During hurricanes, they take shelter in dense maritime woods and shrubs. Humans are forbidden to feed or approach them—not because they might hurt us, but because we could endanger them by intruding on the peace they have made with this beautiful place. They didn't seem the least bit frightened of tourists like me. Lessons I sorely need to learn from the horses: acceptance of the unexpected, creative adaptation to brave new worlds, and a peaceful spirit that moves without fear through a perfectly planned universe.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed,
and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled . . . .
Be still, and know that I am God.
Psalm 46: 1-3, 10
Lovely perspective AND photograph.
Posted by: Kacey | August 28, 2011 at 09:12 AM
Anytime I take one that's remotely in focus, I consider that a triumph! Thanks!
Posted by: valerieluesse | August 29, 2011 at 06:00 AM