A group of horses frolicks in a meadow:
and a small group of pretty white horses grazes on the ridge line of the field:
While I was hoping for the perfect alignment and back lighting to occur as these four wandered and grazed and flipped their tails and manes, another picture began to compose itself: All of a sudden, a few horses move in from the right, then more and more until “my” original group of four is totally absorbed in the herd and they are all galloping in a chorus line to a distant destination at the edge of the field.
While the photographs themselves are not masterpieces by any measure, I love the way the horses, as a group, repeat the ridgeline of the meadow and, higher up, the curvy outline of the hill of trees behind them. The “master piece” for me lies in the accidental coming together of nature’s lines and textures with the natural self-organization of the horses. Beyond that, any horse, any field, any mountain, any blade of grass, any leaf is in itself a “masterpiece” of Gaia’s creation.