When I’m collecting dung I go to where mustangs have been. ‘Cus you’re not supposed to bother mustangs. And my goal isn’t to be with mustangs, it’s to be out. Then, as the day moves on, small bands of horses will wander by, moving from one hill to another. And as they amble by, moving slow grazing as they go, I snap pictures with the tiny Sony Cyber-shot on indefinite loan from my parents. On any given day I see 101 mustangs. I’m not a photographer! And I point and shot the way ya’ do when out with friends. These are candid mustangs. No hero shots, no drama. Just pictures as quick sketches of who was there that day.