Pleasant Hill

There is a certain quirk about Facebook that would tend to drive one mad, if one wasn't already mad. How is it that one can comment, "it should be an award winner" and yet it gets only two likes? Then, one posts a lame snap shot and it goes viral? There is no rhyme or reason to what drives interest.
This photograph was taken in October of 2012 on our trip to West Virginia and Kentucky. We spent an afternoon at the Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill outside of Wilmore, Kentucky. A wonderful place to spend several days. One day was just not long enough for all the possibilities I saw. I lamented being on 'vacation' and having to vacate so soon. I always tell myself, someday, I shall return alone, but I never will. Time and places and funds are just too short and too long at the same time.
These draft horses were grazing and as we left to return to Wilmore, Lexington and on home to Florida, I stopped in the car and shot from the window from the highway. I took this one and three others. This one was the best, the first snap, with all the horses heads up. And so we moved on. Sometimes it is best to shoot once, get it right and move on. When I tend to fuss over a shot and take many, I always return and use the first one of the series. Go with first principal, so said Hannibal Lecter to Clarise in Silence of the Lambs.