Of all the photos I’ve taken recently, I think this one I snapped while doing chores is the best example of silence.
The snow in the rest of the pasture was shredded by horse and donkey hooves. But the snow in my roundpen is unmarked. The weather hasn’t been good enough to work with the horses in there, and I keep the gate shut so that the horses can’t destroy the footing in there when it gets muddy.
The streaks of sunlight on the snow marked only by the wind look so peaceful. It’s hard to decide whether to leave it, or go make a bunch of snow angels in it. What would you do?