Lynn and Henry met me at the dock. Lynn and I rode in the back of a pick-up hanging on to cameras heavy with telephoto lenses. With our free hands we clung to the truck cab as we bounced over miles and miles of packed dirt roads.

When we spotted our first far off group I had to fight back tears as I fussed with the manual focus on the camera. The horses were real.

After months of preparation, weeks of travel and days of negative response, there there they were. Not ponies, not scruffy, shaggy little drudges, but big, healthy bright-coated horses.