It was a misty Monday morning. The air was thick. For as far as my mind's eye could see, the beach seemed to melt into a foggy horizon. Through a distant rising sun, soft sounds of hooves pounding sand and waves crashing to shore ushered into view a band of Salt Water Cowboys whooping, hollering and cracking whips the color of licorice. Guarding a parade of handsome stunted horses from gawking spectators, they rode single file, tight formation, cribbing 150 ponies to an ebbing tide. They rose as a clouded vision and before I knew it, they were upon me. Clapping hooves splashed sand. I cupped my camera. A pony broke rank. It ran toward me. The sounds of a hundred crackling whips, Salt Water Cowboys hollering get back, get back and the thunder of horses hooves pounding sand floods me.
I clicked, clicked, clicked.
For one reason or another, I did not post my daily trip to Virginia. Mea Culpa.
Today, I share photos which tell the magical moments I spent last week, Day 3, on Chincoteague Island in Virginia. I hope you enjoy viewing these photos as much as I enjoyed living them.
|Waiting for Pony Run|
Spectators line the sandy beach anxiously awaiting the Annual Chincoteague Pony Run.
|Sunrise on Chincoteague Island|
The sun rises, a signal that soon the ponies will run.
|And then it happens.|
Here come the ponies.
|They are upon us. A clouded vision. I feel like I have stepped into a dream. There is no time to think. |
There is only time to click my camera. Whatever feelings I am feeling must wait. I don't want to miss a beat.
|And here they are. They are beautiful. They are spectacular. My hand is shaking. I can't stop. I just click, click, click.|
|It is a sight to behold and an item for bucket lists. I look to the heavens. I am grateful.|
|A pony breaks rank.|
|A Salt Water Cowboy races to corral him.|
"Get back! Get Back!"
I disobey. I click, click, click.
I can't help myself. For some reason, for no reason, I am unafraid.
|The Pony Run is done.|
I sit on the beach. I am speechless. I am in awe at what I have just witnessed.
The Pony who almost got away.
Wanting to be free, this pony took off in a blaze.
It was beautiful. I found myself rooting for the pony.
Push back from your computer screen. Shut down your spiral bound notebook. Turn off your internet connection.Take a walk. Take a hike. Make a drive. Find something, place or event to write about. Create your own book from your own real life experience. I can't think of a better way to locate your distinct individual voice and live life to its fullest.
"The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure." --Joseph Campbell
Now go write something.
I dare you.
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna
"...And sometime when I wasn't looking, I got a new life."
I wish to thank most sincerely my cousin, Karen Day, her daughter, Erika and husband Teri. Without their push and invitation I might never have had this awesome experience. I am grateful! Bless you all!