Unfurling some wire that held the gate shut, I spooked some horses who noshed on the grass nearby, and in turn, they spooked me with their reaction. Amiable creatures as we were all, we established in this way a friendly relationship.
This is the old barn. Note the beams that attempt to halt its eventual collapse.
A wire held the gate shut.
A tree grew unattended through the fence near the gate.
To my new equine friends who seemed so interested in my lens, I promised to return for a few lessons in photography.