Description
In the early morning quiet of Corrientes, Argentina, I wandered the estancia, drawn to the softness of dawn. I had set out to capture the stillness of the land—but then, out of nowhere, they arrived. A herd of horses, moving like shadows against the rising light. I barely had a moment to react before they disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving only the whisper of hoofbeats and a single frame—a glimpse of freedom, carried by the wind.