The Dance

Early on a winter morning after a fresh snow fall,  my friend, Gary Wilson,  phoned and said he would not let  the pasture horses out of the barn until I could get to the ranch with my camera. He said that when the horses have been in for a couple of days during a storm that they are a sight to behold when they run the hills in the fresh snow. It was like watching a winter ballet. I can still feel the snow flakes stinging my face as the horses would run circles around me, trying to get me to join in the fun. They included me in their dance as one of the herd.

"The Dance" 24" x 36" oil ©1999 Deborah Rae Nelson