In the last light of the day,
horses drift across the open plains,
their shadows stretching long over the fading gold.
The quiet is almost overwhelming,
only the hush of wind through brittle grass,
The prairie holds its breath as the sun slips low,
The horses pause as if appreciating it all,
and in that stillness,
the wide West remembers itself
vast, untouched, and quietly alive.
Image captured near Glendo, Wyoming
Summer 2017
Canon 5D Mark II
Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8L
1/400 sec
f/4.5
90 mm
ISO 250
