epic adventure

When I was a kid my Granddad took me on a little aluminium boat to an overgrown island where we tracked the wild horses of Currituck, North Carolina. It was incredible. We got to see a foal just yards away, and I was totally amazed. They seemed so majestic out there with no fences, totally free. I never forgot that experience.

So when I got the opportunity to work as the writer on an advertising campaign for North Carolina tourism, that memory kept inching its way back up. It was something personal that became work. Memories that morphed into words. I think often the best, most authentic work is personal.

I was around horses before I can even remember. As a little girl I had my own pony, Patches, who gave me some of the happiest and most heartbreaking moments of my life.

There’s just something about a horse. All you have to do stand near them, and you can feel the power and emotion. Two souls become one.

Telling the story of North Carolina’s wild horses was important for me because it’s one of the most unique and memorable adventures found here. I just had to share it. So as it turns out, we got the opportunity. And I got to follow along with a world renowned photographer and the herd manager as we tracked the wild horses of Corolla. Wow. Lucky me. Now two incredible, unforgettable experiences. I saw many horses this time. Some were more hidden in the fields while others walked alongside tourists on the beach. Though flowing freely, their sun-kissed mane almost looked styled. With confidence founded in freedom, they seemed unshakable and often looked right at me. Right into me.

I even had my own once in a liftime moment when a stallion climbed down from the top of a sand dune to whisper something in my ear. While I tried to respect the 50 foot distance rule, apparently he hadn’t read the brochure. And what he had to say was pretty important. But that’s all I can say.

Like most animals I’ve ever known, their eyes were deep and soulful. Pulling you in with every glance and head toss. The massive and rolling sand dunes felt like I was on another planet while the ocean grounded me.

Everywhere I looked, there was gold. Golden light that cast a halo behind their fuzzy coat. Golden oats in the fields. Golden sand beneath my feet. It was magical. They were free, but I was captured. So of course I took lots of photos and put them together in the short video below.

Wild Horses of NC from Margaret Bond on Vimeo.

Many of these photos I took looking over the shoulder of one of the best (and nicest) photographers in the world while several others were only seen by me. And now – you.


85 thoughts on “epic adventure

  1. Oh my goodness, Margaret you are so very talented. The video you put together was just breath taking. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  2. Absolutely, brilliant & bedazzling! I am so envious & also so happy you were able to experience such majesty! I can only imagine…

    You are also an amazing writer, by the way!

  3. Margaret, your story honors your grandfather. Your video is sublime and serene! So very glad you had the chance to see the wild horses of North Carolina again and walk in fields of gold.

  4. You just brought a tear to my eye… I, too, used to have a horse…what you have said is so true! I now paint them, sometimes… and the eye, if painted correctly is the soul of the painting and I can see it come to life before my eyes. Thanks so much for posting this!

  5. Thank you for sharing such a lovely story & for the lovely photos…..I have been a horse lover all my life altho’ I have never owned one…..someday maybe……

  6. Breathtaking video, and magnificent photos. Your story is touching, and I feel very moved after reading all the way through. I will definitely be back for more. Thank you for sharing! Oh, and congrats on being Freshly Pressed!

  7. Amazing. Horses are such free spirits. I have a friend who does release therapy for horses with problems caused by fear or bad experiences. He tells me of amazing stories of how he sees/feels the free spirit return when the horse is released from what caused its ailment. he now runs courses around the world. If you want to know more contact me through my website.
    keep up the good work I think it is awesome.

  8. My heart was racing just reading your post! What an incredible experience for you, for anyone able to be there. Horses have always been in my dreams, day dreams, night dreams, longing dreams. I love everything about them and always have. You did a great job capturing their spirit in photo’s. I can’t tell you how much it made my day.

  9. Thank you for such a heartfelt story. You are absolutely, right about their eyes – oh so very soulful, almost to the point of tears.!!

    1. It truly is magical. I hope you’re able to make the journey one day to see them. It’s something you’ll never forget. Thanks for the reading and commenting!

  10. So great to read a blog by a fellow horse lover! This post absolutely made my morning, thank you for sharing your beautiful pictures and writing. I’ve been lucky enough to see the wild horses of Corolla once while on vacation in NC, and I’ll never forget it. Though I never got to have a wild stallion approach me! What an experience that must have been! I’ve always been fascinated by wild horses, and I’d love to have a mustang one day. My first horse was a Quarter Horse, and he was best friend. Now my parents have an Appaloosa and a Thoroughbred. You’re right, there is something very special about their eyes. They do look into you. Like they can see who you are inside in a matter of seconds.

  11. Wow, what an amazing experience. I’m incredibly jealous. I hope to one day own horses. For now, I grab what few and far between trail rides I can.

  12. your photos are so nice! the last one of the horse is gorgeous. horses are so quietly beautiful. i’ve only ever ridden one a handful of times but it was definitely an experience. x

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