Uploaded June 2015 | Updated September 2026, 15 hours ago
Not a poem per se, at least not in words. Every morning on E/L Ranch in Greenough, Montana, a couple wranglers run the horses—all 106 of them—to the corral to be saddled for the morning's rides. That's a dramatic and magical moment, but the light isn't good enough for me and my iPhone 6. So I caught them in the afternoon going back out. That's Jesse in the foreground on the right waving his jacket over his head (in slow motion), and Will coming through last on horseback. Mid June 2015. Blessed to be in the right place at the right time.
Not a poem per se, at least not in words. Every morning on E/L Ranch in Greenough, Montana, a couple wranglers run the horses—all 106 of them—to the corral to be saddled for the morning's rides. That's a dramatic and magical moment, but the light isn't good enough for me and my iPhone 6. So I caught them in the afternoon going back out. That's Jesse in the foreground on the right waving his jacket over his head (in slow motion), and Will coming through last on horseback. Mid June 2015. Blessed to be in the right place at the right time.
