Well, I give up on having normal days...shortly after photographing this rather bucolic scene on Broadstone Rd., I found Old Red dead. Yep. There I was, minding someone else's business (it is my job afterall) and I saw a pile of red fur peacefully basking in the sun just to the right of the above scene. Now, I'm not just any old dumb hillbilly. I know that horses like to rest their weary bones the same way people do. But this horse was a little bit too still for my liking. I had to crunch through briars to get a closer look see. I regarded no movement in the horse's ribcage. I clicked my tongue several times and stomped the ground and asked of the horse,
"Hey Red, you alive?"