Yute and The Sea

• Photographer
  Helga Madajova

He was always there. Where the land ends and the breath of the sea begins. A white stallion, walking along the coast like the embodiment of the wind. Salt woven into his mane, the horizon in his eyes. Unbound by a bridle, unfettered by humanity – only the wind whispers in his ears and the tide massages his hooves. The sun bends over the water, for a moment the world turns gold. And he stands. He belongs to no one, only to that moment.