Susan Tooke at Long Branch Studios

The horses of Sable Island are so much a part of the landscape--as much as the sound of the wind and the sting of the sand always in motion.  Memories of the gulls crying and swooping down over the land and sea, of the salt in the air and new growth, new life.

Following the well-worn paths of the horses, I am led to a freshwater pond near the West Light.  Floating in gossamer tissue are the bones of a seal.  The horses graze serenely in the distance, the breeze blows the grasses.  (details of 'Seal Bones/Sable Horses)