The Whispering Mare

2025

I love making photographs like this, tight, full of emotion and that, I hope, make you feel something.Half-veiled in shadow, the horse gazed back at me with eyes that were steady, deep, and knowing—like it had seen more than it would ever tell.

Light filtered through the leaves above, painting soft patterns across its darkened face like whispers from the trees. Each dappled flicker seemed part of forests language —an unspoken bond between wild and watcher.

I was close, but there was no fear, no urgency—only presence. A solemn watcher, the horse does not need to speak; its silence is a language of patience, of resilience, of ancient wisdom passed down through hoofbeat and heartbeat alike.