The magic of the Camargue.
I wanted to go to the Camargue in the South of France ever since I first saw a photograph of the white horses indigenous to the area.
They are iconic images. Usually running through the surf, along the beach, or in the marshes. Every time I saw these amazing horses my inner voice would pop up and say, “You have to go photograph those horses”.
I said that to myself for years. Finally, it was my time.
We went with a local photographer who was running a group. Although there were multiple shoots over the weekend (flamingos, bull runs, landscapes), I was laser focused on photographing the white horses.
We arrived at the shores of the Mediterranean late in the afternoon. Pulled on our waders and crossed through the tidal streams to get to the water’s edge where we photographed until we lost the light.
The horses running through the surf was nothing short of magical for me. It was a perfect evening, the waves were crashing, and the light was fabulous.
I’ve hundreds of images from the rest of the weekend (that are making their way into paintings), but this shot was my first of the Camargue horses and it will forever have a special place in my heart.
With all good wishes,
