An old house, long abandoned with no signs that anyone had ever lived in it. Nothing left behind to even hint that people laughed and cried in these rooms, played games, raised a family, brought home babies or died here. The only sign of life were the tiny forsythias just beginning to bloom. Strangely, there wasn't a sense of desolation about the place, but of peace.
As I was heading back to my car, I heard a voice, "What are you taking pictures of? Are you the woman who took the shot of the horse that was in the paper?" I told her I was and the woman told me it was her horse - Cocoa - and she'd been so excited to see the photo that she'd cut it out and framed it. I sent her the original - and the others of her horses as well. She told me to come by any time to ride and visit.
Here a desaturated version of the house and the shot that made the woman so happy.