In my 5-square-mile, not-so-private anymore north Idaho, icons of this rural community are no more.
Several white horses in two separate pastures to the north and to the west that I have photographed
for over 15 years in some 67,347 frames during warm and cold, dark and light, calm and stormy weather
are just a fond memory now. The pasture to the north with two miniature white ponies has fallen victim
to a generation no longer interested in farming and was sold. The white horse in the pasture to the
east, photographed here, reacts to a lightning bolt during an intense spring storm.
In my 5-square-mile, not-so-private anymore north Idaho, icons of this rural community are no more.
Several white horses in two separate pastures to the north and to the west that I have photographed
for over 15 years in some 67,347 frames during warm and cold, dark and light, calm and stormy weather
are just a fond memory now. The pasture to the north with two miniature white ponies has fallen victim
to a generation no longer interested in farming and were sold. The white horse in the pasture to the
east photographed here reacts to a lightning bolt during a intense spring storm.