This month marks the third year that I have spent most of my spare time in the desert photographing the desert mustangs. There are times when I really wonder if I am crazy, but...well maybe I am. Many, many times I have told my family that I am done. Just can't do it.

With knee surgery this week, I have been unable to go out. It was a good opportunity to weed out the over 150 gb of wild horses photos that are on my hard drives.

One of the saddest things for me was to see the old images of the big stallion 'Shaggy'. (It is a very undignified name for such a powerful horse, but my 11-year old named him, and it stuck). Zach and I photographed him for six months, admiring him for his magnificent presence, absolute dominance over the other stallions on the range, and, of course, the flowing mane that flew in the wind.

If you have seen the gallery, you know that he died two years ago.

Like grieving for a revered friend that has passed away, I miss the horse.