Free Rein - Wild Horses of the Arizona Salt River
The sun is just beginning to rise in Arizona’s Tonto National Park, casting a golden light that catches the dust swirling in the air. The Wildlifer watches with anticipation from the opposite side of the Salt River as a small herd of wild horses bursts from the dry thicket, their hooves pounding the earth with a thunderous rhythm. Their bodies are sleek, coated in dust from their journey through the dry brush, but their movements are fluid and powerful.
The lead mare, strong and determined, charges ahead, her dark eyes fixed on the Salt River in the distance, where the promise of cool water and relief awaits. Behind her, the younger horses follow closely, tails held high as they push their limits.. As they near the river, their muscles taut, their instincts aware of the shifting terrain, they surge forward into the cool, refreshing waters.
“ I learned afterwards that due to the dry conditions and lack of food, they have taught themselves to snorkel for the green grasses on the river floor” -Eric
Eric Seemann is “ The Wildlifer”
The sun is just beginning to rise in Arizona’s Tonto National Park, casting a golden light that catches the dust swirling in the air. The Wildlifer watches with anticipation from the opposite side of the Salt River as a small herd of wild horses bursts from the dry thicket, their hooves pounding the earth with a thunderous rhythm. Their bodies are sleek, coated in dust from their journey through the dry brush, but their movements are fluid and powerful.
The lead mare, strong and determined, charges ahead, her dark eyes fixed on the Salt River in the distance, where the promise of cool water and relief awaits. Behind her, the younger horses follow closely, tails held high as they push their limits.. As they near the river, their muscles taut, their instincts aware of the shifting terrain, they surge forward into the cool, refreshing waters.
“ I learned afterwards that due to the dry conditions and lack of food, they have taught themselves to snorkel for the green grasses on the river floor” -Eric
Eric Seemann is “ The Wildlifer”
The sun is just beginning to rise in Arizona’s Tonto National Park, casting a golden light that catches the dust swirling in the air. The Wildlifer watches with anticipation from the opposite side of the Salt River as a small herd of wild horses bursts from the dry thicket, their hooves pounding the earth with a thunderous rhythm. Their bodies are sleek, coated in dust from their journey through the dry brush, but their movements are fluid and powerful.
The lead mare, strong and determined, charges ahead, her dark eyes fixed on the Salt River in the distance, where the promise of cool water and relief awaits. Behind her, the younger horses follow closely, tails held high as they push their limits.. As they near the river, their muscles taut, their instincts aware of the shifting terrain, they surge forward into the cool, refreshing waters.
“ I learned afterwards that due to the dry conditions and lack of food, they have taught themselves to snorkel for the green grasses on the river floor” -Eric
Eric Seemann is “ The Wildlifer”
“ I learned afterwards that due to the dry conditions and lack of food, they have taught themselves to snorkel for the green grasses on the river floor” -Eric
