I’m meant to be taking long exposure shots this week so of course I’m trying to be Michael Kenna. It was gorgeous out yesterday, with the iron-grey skies and the snow-white fields and the trees and fence posts all damp and dark and shining, and I felt so happy tramping through the snow, even though the shy horse wouldn’t come talk to me. I’ll stop by and visit him again today, see whether he’s stopped being such a beautiful dumbass and likes me any better this time. He does have a pretty ass, though. A pretty, dumb ass. Dumbass.