Horse Whispers

16 May, 2016 Iceland

Iceland is one of the only countries in the world that does not have a railroad system. The best way to explore it remains to be by road. As you drive along the landscape changes regularly and you often find yourself presented with monumental natural features from towering volcanoes and glaciers to gushing waterfalls.

Still, every now and then the modest aspects will catch your eye and when they do they deserve the same amount of attention as the grand ones. While driving along one day we passed from a snow covered vista, through a blizzard where the horizon disappeared and onto a barren grassland all in under an hour. On one side of the road the flat landscape stretched for miles while on the other it folded steadily upward to become one of the islands looming volcanoes.

Colours contrasted amongst them, midnight blacks disguised deep eyes while soft browns flaunted wild Icelandic blond manes.

There by the side of the road, cordoned off by only an embankment and narrow stream were a herd of horses. We pulled over to get out, stretch and take in the view. The horses stood, looking back at us unfazed, their rugged unkempt beauty reflecting that of the landscape on which they roamed.

Colours contrasted amongst them, midnight blacks disguised deep eyes while soft browns flaunted wild Icelandic blond manes. On a cold overcast day with soft light where grass lay dull from months beneath layers of winter snow, these animals provided splashes of colour, life and scale to what could have become an otherwise monotonous scene.

Nuzzling closely to each other they seemed to exchange whispers about the photographers focusing so intently on them, giving pause for thought as to who was really watching who!