I had a bad case of cabin fever one day in February and vowed to get out of the house the very next morning. I threw the camera in the truck and left about 7:30 with no destination in mind, just get out and ramble. Ten miles later, there she was, a solitary black mare in the new snow wearing a brand new red halter. I'm fairly convinced it was meant to be.
The Photo Gypsy was with me that day, so my shooting luck was doubled: there was an icy fog down that took out the entire farming valley background to make a striking minimalist image of this grazing horse. I still go by this spot often and have never seen it the same again.
This image was shot back in the film days near home in central Pennsylvania. Also available in the catalog in the full panoramic version on canvas.