Golden Mane

I wanted to portray this fabulous creature from childhood memories. Summer, village. Several horses had escaped from the stable and were grazing in a field of rye behind our house.
I looked and couldnt take my eyes off. These three red horses were so full of strength and free... one of them came up to me. I reached out and stroked her muzzle. Her golden mane fell on me. Such warmth and kindness. Now, if I want to awaken these feelings, I remember this horse with understanding in her eyes. Let this picture cause you your own experiences. With love, JUL