horse running on beach


Morning Run by Cheryl Schneider
Via Flickr:
Carmague horses running on the beach in the south of France.

I remember when we used to fly as a bird in the sky. We had two bodies but one soul: my fears were yours; we used to ride together the world following the sun, the moon beacuse we could be truly free. As a wave in the storm we fought for ourselves. I’ll never forget those days and I promise you I’ll come back to you, my little horse Layla.


Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is all the colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watch the ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled by countless hooves.

They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between the black water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never so dangerous as today, race day.

- The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater


going to try and do one left handed speed paint a day until I can actually use this damned thing to draw properly

I had a dream last night that I was Death’s one and only Pale Horse so naturally I went for a run on the beaches of Tartarus

it was awesome and had a super weird colour scheme


A video I made a time ago. Thanks Madde and Levin!