Natural Born Spirits:

A Tribute to Wild Freedom

I love watching horses run. I have followed them through quiet places, where the land stretches wide and the sky leans low. I have learned their language—the language of movement, a whisper of the land written in speed and dust.

To watch a horse run is to witness freedom in its purest form—a freedom we have long forgotten, yet still remember in the quiet places of our hearts.

And when they vanish into the folds of the horizon, leaving nothing but silence and the echo of their passing, I wonder: What does it mean to run—not to chase or flee, but simply to be?

This ongoing collection, Natural Born Spirits, is my answer—a tribute to motion, spirit, and the untamed freedom of the wild.