That day, I was a little disappointed, having found nothing worth the picture during a walk around. On the way back, a light and sad rain began to fall.
Along the road, some horses seem to be waiting. I stopped and approached an angle of the meadow. They came to judge whether I was interesting from their point of view and performed a curious ballet, slowly rotating around each other to occupy the position closest to the fence. There was no one on the outskirts, we could only ear the muffled noise of cars passing by from time to time and that of their breath. I take half a dozen of pictures and this one shows the moment when they seem bored that I have nothing to offer them, two are already far away and a third is wondering what to do.
I'm seduced by the position of his ear right in the corner, and by his attitude leaning to the right that counterbalances the direction of the other two. I probably focused on the horse moving away, but with a diaphragm closed enough, the horse in the foreground is just sharp enough so that we can see the traces of the rain on his coat. The thread of the fence almost disappears, it is the pale diagonally line. The grain of the HP5 gives a magnificent texture that largely compensates for the lack of detail, and I like how this picture reminds me that out-of-time moment.