In the big pasture, the horses watched me as I came in with my camera. When I got close, they came over to check me out, to see what I wanted, who I was. They touched my shoulder, my face, my camera, and then seemed to accept me as one of the herd. It was moving to be walking among them, once they knew who I was, they walked alongside of me, curious, they wanted to know what i wanted. I just want to take your pictures, I said, and they seemed to know what that means. I  liked being part of the herd.