“Again the early morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me – the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs – little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory.” ~ Wynford Vaughan-Thomas
I really like the shot. I took it on my phone hence the early morning sun being so blown out but I love the golden colours in the sky around it and the light on the frost covered ground and also that you can make out the steam from the horses breath.
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