Every trip, there is a muse, a horse that I find myself drawn to. It was spring, 2009 when I first saw him. Powerful, strong and the most respected in this large herd. He seemed to be keeping a close eye on me, the intruder. By the end of my 5-day trip documenting him and his family, I got the sense I had been accepted and that the gallant stallion was actually watching over me.