Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
... Stanley Harrison
Found this ruined stable as part of a collection of farm buildings on a jaunt today with a friend ... strange how you think you can hear echoes of past lives.
|Camera:||Canon EOS 300D |
|Lens:||50mm f/1.8 |
|Recording media:||RAW (digital)|