My first car was a 1968 Ford Mustang — a classic by the time I owned it when I was in college. I loved that car and hated to part with it. Years later, while vacationing in the Southwest with my family, I came face-to-face with the source of my first car’s model name. Yes, the wild Mustang. She came out of no where along with a few of her friends while we were driving at a sight-seeing pace near Monument Valley in Arizona. I stopped the car and jumped out with my Nikon D50 and began firing off the shutter.These beautiful, spirited animals circled us and our rental SUV for a few moments and then were gone as quickly as they came — ghosts in the dust. This shot, I thought, captured the grace and splendor of this fine horse and the magical moment it had for me and my family. July 25, 2006. Near Monument Valley, Arizona.
Nikon 55 mm, F/10, 1/250.