On a road outside of Kemmerer, Wyoming, we caught sight of a solo horse, lean from long warm days, moving quietly and alone through the terrain. It moved elegantly, doing a sort of dance between the sage and uneven ground. As we watched, a sheep herder came slowly into view, pushing a herd through the same stretch of country. Where the horse saw an obstacle course to dance through, the herder felt more like a man moving upstream through a turbulent river.
On a road outside of Kemmerer, Wyoming, we caught sight of a solo horse, lean from long warm days, moving quietly and alone through the terrain. It moved elegantly, doing a sort of dance between the sage and uneven ground. As we watched, a sheep herder came slowly into view, pushing a herd through the same stretch of country. Where the horse saw an obstacle course to dance through, the herder felt more like a man moving upstream through a turbulent river.