Mar 25, 2011
Farinus, 1998

It was the only snow anyone could remember last winter. As usual I started shooting in the barns; the winter light coming through the windows, the hay, the horses by their stalls. It had just started snowing when I arrived. As I worked my way out to the paddock the ground was turning white. I would always go out to the paddock and make friends with the horses. Today it was Farinus. The snow was gone by evening.

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