chasing or herding dreams – horses

As we pulled away from the mountain I glanced into the meadow and saw these horses moving with alacrity to the corral.

the morning commute to the corral.

the morning commute to the corral.

A minute later I saw why the hurry.

wrangling the herd

wrangling the herd

Maybe horses are like dreams, sometimes they wander aimlessly, and sometimes we herd them.

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26 Comments on “chasing or herding dreams – horses”

  1. Chatty Owl says:

    Dreams chased around on circles
    No order
    Just a web of strings
    And tamed wild horses
    Running freely
    Into sun

  2. Kristi says:

    I like the analogy and great photos.

  3. Eric Alagan says:

    We wrangle dreams but quite often fail to corral them, I reckon – that’s why they become dreams at sunrise.

  4. (smiling) love your closing thought or should I say “Bill” quote! One could also say ‘maybe dreams are like horses…’

    • billgncs says:

      Thanks – I knew you enjoyed horses too. That wrangler is a retired Chicago mounted policeman who works at the ranch during the summer.

      • That’s awesome! When I lived in BC in my 20’s I volunteered my time at a ranch down the road. The ranchers had over 2000 head of cattle and a bunch of papered horses. I shoveled poop and rode horses that had been green-broken. Once I even was thrown, but I got back on the next day! The ranchers were in their 80’s and their kids had no interest in the ranch. They wanted to give me an Apaloosa colt (my fave) but I had no property for it. ;(

  5. Yes I so love this! Awesome photos!

  6. I always love your parallels Awesome shots too!.


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