Wild Horses

I found this picture in my archives yesterday, it was taken in the western Mojave Desert several years ago.  All I had with me was a disposable camera and it was near sundown so the quality is not great, but something about the grain of the photo and the strange tint appeals to me now.

I tried to get a little closer to the wild horses, but they were not having it, so I just stood and watched for a while.  I have always loved horses, and I find wild horses so captivating. I don’t remember what I was thinking as I stood watching, but I remember being in awe.

I also remember this period of my life.  I had been living in California for a few years and it should have been great, I should have been ecstatic, but it just wasn’t working.  Somehow, the city that had transfixed me when I first arrived had taken on a cold and empty feeling.  I thought about leaving several times, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go, so I dragged my feet and found excuses to stay.

When I was offered a job in Italy I knew it was time.  Moving overseas to take the job came with a lot of risks and several people advised against it, but I knew in my bones that I had to take those risks.  I am grateful everyday that I did.  Sometimes I wish I’d had the courage to make a big change earlier, but then I might not be here, and this is exactly where I want to be.

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2 Responses to Wild Horses

  1. Vince Ludwig says:


    “Your growing girl”.

    Best wishes
    From: Vince

  2. Darla Turner says:

    Sounds like you have the right answers to some of your old questions! If not now then when? You made the right choice Erica. How many times does someone have a chance like that offered to them when they are looking for an answer?!?!? Keep writing.

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