This was one of those moments, driving through western (note the -ern, not West) Virginia. I can’t remember where, exactly, but the inciting incident stemmed from a combination of cold weather (hence thin foliage), and the trio of horses by the river. The white one (to the left) moved just before I took the shot. Before I could adjust to get them all back in the farm, the other two moved as well.
Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes…