Sunday, October 11, 2009

Sun's out.

These horses live among drunken trees, a larch forest listing in boggy permafrost. Tough. On a good thaw though, they stand up happy and roll around under a big sky. Like us today after nights of huge winds cleared away pacific clouds and the sun is on its arc, antipodal springtime way down south.

1 comment:

  1. I always dreamt of growing a mane of cirrus clouds.

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