Horsing around

After spending the morning going through some of my accumulated mail and doing a load of laundry, I decided to take a drive to see if I could find something to photograph. I cruised along Rte 313 until I hit the VT/NY border, but nothing really grabbed me. So on my way back home I made a detour up Sandgate Road, then to SE Corners Road—a dirt road that took me further up into the mountains. There, I came across a small brook conveniently near a driveway, enabling me to pull over and take some photos. Not only was the water pretty, but the greenery nearby really popped in the afternoon sunlight:









I had gone by a small farm just after I got onto SE Corners Road and noticed they had some horses in a pasture right alongside the road. I noticed they were a bit shaggy thanks to their winter coats, but didn't stop because I was a) right next to a house and b) being pursued by a border collie taking its guard duties very seriously. I mentally shrugged and figured "Ah well, would've been nice." But as I drove back down toward the farm on my way home, I spotted the horses again—and they were now grazing a few hundred feet up the road. Since I hadn't seen another car while I'd been there, I decided I was safe just pulling off to the side, especially as I planned on staying close enough to move my car quickly if needs be. Even better, the horses were obliging enough to hang around for me, which I greatly appreciated: