I was driving through the Nebraska Sandhills recently, trying to find the most obscure roads I could possible find on the way to my parents’ house in South Dakota. Fortunately the Sandhills are full of obscure roads, so I was in luck. I was mesmerized by the gentle undulating hills and large expanses of prairie, the big, empty skies, and my never-ending hope that just around the next bend I will see something beautiful. Or weird. Or weirdly beautiful – I am not actually that picky.
I love the Sandhills in the respect. I can always find something fascinating to see and experience, and if I am lucky, to photograph.
Sure enough, the Sandhills again obliged me. I rounded a bend in the road to see four beautiful horses at the roadside fence, framed by the gently expanse of the surrounding prairie. I stopped, grabbed my wide angle lens and talked up to them slowly, trying not to spook them. They just stood and looked at me. Mostly they wanted to just nuzzle, but I managed to get a few pics of them all together in between nuzzling sessions.