When I grow up I want to go back and photograph the community I was (sort of) raised in. The horses, the people, the stables, the scent and the warmth. I want to make others realize the relief of putting your hands underneath a familiar mane in wintertime, when you’re so cold you think your fingers are going to fall off any minute. And capture the sound of a walking horse in pictures. It’s possible, I just haven’t discovered how just yet.

Olsborg, Norway July 2009


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