Ghosts in the Dust
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.
In My View 
Thanks Rick. Yes, the Southwest is a favorite destination of mine. When I was 13, my folks pulled me and my brothers old of school for 3 weeks and we drove from the East Cost to the West Coast….and back. I learned more on that trip than I did that whole year in school. It was an adventure I’ll never forget.
May 25, 2012 at 10:44 am
What a cool experience. An encounter with a wild anything is pretty cool, if you ask me (except bugs). I love the look of the landscape out west. I grew up in the east, but transferred to Seattle at one point, and lived there for three years. We took 3 weeks to drive cross country, and loved every mile.
May 25, 2012 at 7:14 am