My sister just fulfilled her life long dream of owning a horse. She has had General T Walker ( you guessed it, a Tennessee Walker) for a little over a week. There was a bit of drama the first week but my sister is bursting with joy. She radiates happiness even though she is exhausted from preparing for the horses arrival while wrangling two small children. I on the other hand saw work with a capital W while eyeing up the dream horse. Living in a small house that contains two parent (that would be me & my husband) two children, two dogs, two cats and two turtles --a line up for the Ark?? .......Back to what I was saying, for me the horse was nice to look at but its not something I want in my life-- again they are work. I have enough going on in my life.
The silo has not been used for years. It reminds me of a discarded insect shell. It was worn, dull in color but still has a distinct presence beside the barn. I loved the different texture and how the light fell on the silo.