The wind and hail, the snow and the cold, do not affect the Icelandic horse. His almighty strength and Viking blood wondering the white plains. His eyes measuring my intentions. His gentle heart open to mine.
As small as the Icelandic horse can appear, it is a horse of legends. With incredible endurance, power, resistance, and character. There is soulfulness in those eyes, and they are talking to me. This image of a young one with what seemed to be his family was a tender and warming scene to witness.