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On April 20th of 2024, Thor sadly lost his life in a battle with a rival stallion. He was 13 years old. He died a wild stallions death, defending his family on the range. His spirit will live on for eternity in the Peaks. You were a beacon of the peaks. Captured my heart as I felt your soul. You represented something more than a wild stallion. You were the perfect representation of beauty, grace, power, charisma, and fierceness. The countless hours and days I spent with you will forever be a memory. Hiking in the winter, and the snow, the 90 degree summer days, the cool rainy springs, cause I wanted to be with my friend. The stories you told me will live on and will repeat in my head on the days I’m sitting in the dirt, with nothing but the sounds of the whistling winds through the sage and the hills of the peaks. You will always be with me my friend and I will forever miss you. It was an honor and a blessing to have you in my life. Until we meet again, may you gallop in the golden fields above with your blonde mane flowing, and the reflection of the sky matching the color of your eyes. You were born free, and free you will forever be.
A collection of some memorable moments of Thor over the years in an 8.5x11 Calendar.
Fine Art Available - There were times I was with Thor where it felt like I was in the middle of a story out of a greek mythology book. He was so majestic that it almost didn't feel real being in his presence. Like I was dreaming. Blessed that it was all a reality.
Fine Art Available - I literally have hundreds of just regular head shot portraits of Thor, and every single one of them show something unique and special about him. Watching its his splash markings up his neck, the beautiful flow to his mane that would look perfectly braided at times. His eyes that would literally stop you in your tracks and cause your heart to miss a beat, as the window to his
Fine Art Available - With beauty and grace, your presence always shined in the peaks.
Fine Art Available - That evening soft sun sets upon his forelocks as he stands at attention
Fine Art Available - Seeing the fire in his eyes never got old.
Fine Art Available - Many evenings that I have spent with him, ended like this. Me sitting in the dirt while he was grazing away near by. The sounds of the outside world were silent. Only the sounds of the breeze over the peaks and through the sage brush were present. I was at peace and he was at peace. I was safe with him and he was safe with me. Everytime I visit his resting place now, and I clo