Marshall Foster

It's not often that I get to be in front of the camera. A big thanks to my friends Carmen and Len Reese for making that happen at their recent CLR Sales Group event. I don't think you'll meet two kinder people. www.TheCLRSalesGroup.com

Free me from these bridles
I so gladly keep
These trusted trails, now jails,
Have worn me weary and weak
And if I should fall into the waters deep,
At least I was free to make the leap.

The energy in this image makes me feel like the horses are about to burst off the page. I catch myself thinking, “Ah, I want that.” And then the question comes:

What bridles do I live with? What bridles do we all live with that keep us from that feeling?

Some we’ve inherited. Others, we’ve fastened and tightened ourselves.
Routines, roles, expectations, so many things that start out helpful can quietly become fences.

What does freedom look like for you? Maybe it’s saying yes. Maybe it’s saying no.
Maybe it’s running. Or staying, but choosing to see it all differently.

Maybe it’s just the windows rolled down with your favorite song turned up to 11.

For me, it’s that leap. Even when I can’t see the bottom, and yes, it's scary, every time.

www.MarshallFoster.com/Camargue/

From the Flames - We spent most of the afternoon thinking the day's shoot might get washed out. The clouds were pretty stormy, and it looked like rain was coming at any minute. But just as the sun started making its way down to the horizon, the sky opened up in this dramatic and fiery sunset.

This lone Camargue horse was running through the marsh right by the ocean, and for a second, it felt like it was charging straight out of the flames. The reflection on the water just doubled everything, the colors, the movement. There’s something surreal about this one, like a scene out of a dream.

I was out in the marshlands, photographing the horses after they’d finished running. One horse fell behind the pack, and I kept my lens on it, curious to see what it might do next. As it climbed up over a grassy hill, I caught this shot. To me, it feels like it’s about to step into a hidden world—a kind of secret garden that only it could see. The way its mane blows back created this mix of energy and a surreal beauty that I didn’t expect but really love.