It was a cold winter evening. It must of been around 4 years ago now. I had recently left my husband. Happy with my decision, but alone with a 1,5 year old. I was working at different ranches in northern Nevada, doing some photography jobs every now and then, living in my RV with my baby. I’m not the worrying kind, and I felt a freedom I’ve never felt before, but naturally it was mixed with other emotions as well. It was happy days, of hard work.
I drove out to the desert one evening, with my daughter sleeping in her car seat. I took some dirt roads up in the foothills, at the Virginia Range, outside Reno. I did this every now and then to get some quiet time. Off-roading always made my daughter fall into a deep sleep, faster than I could blink.
After driving around for a while I found a spot up in the hills, with a spectacular view. I turned the engine off, and walked outside. Since my daughter was sleeping in her car seat, I couldn’t go for a walk, but I climbed up in the bed of my truck, and enjoyed the silence of the desert. I didn’t see a single soul, and the noise of the city of Reno was far away. I’m pretty sure that it was moments like this that kept me sane back then. Before going back to civilization I took some photos of the sunset. I used my telephoto lens and zoomed in on a ridge far in the horizon. There I saw a pregnant mustang mare walking into the sunset. She was all alone, no other horses nearby. Which is unusual. At first I thought she was an illusion, a trick played by my mind. But she was there. Before leaving I took this photo of her. Like something Out of This World.
I hope you’re having an awesome weekend!