Driving down the country road leading out of our little neighborhood towards the main street; CD playing Sting’s When We Dance; my mind always strays when I hear this song, the music and lyrics grab my heart. I glance over to a field on my right and see a cowboy brushing his horse. The cowboy has a tan Stetson on, a denim shirt and jeans; he’s reaching up to brush the brown horse’s back, dust billowing up off the hide. I want a photo, but I’ve gone by too fast and lost the only spot for parking by the field. I drive on until I get to a driveway where I can turn around,and head back. They’re gone. I pull over, the field is empty. It had only been a couple of minutes. Did I really see them?
I was in a rather dreamy state and went exploring down another country road to take a photo of a barn I’ve seen many times.
Photos by Angeline M, iPhone 4s, ArtistaOil app processing