Sometimes I try things, and they work. Sometimes I try things, and they don't.

Winter can be a good time to visit the wild horses, because the snow often tells tales about them. This is a photo I took while exploring, following one of the trails that led from the road into the forest. Initially, the trails meandered through the trees; several horses had stopped to explore, paw the snow, nibble grass beneath the trees.

As I moved further into the forest, however, the trail became increasingly directed, the horses were following closely behind one another, and it was clear that none of them were stopping any longer. The energy in the air had changed, and instead of feeling relaxed I now felt uncomfortable.

Then I realized the horses knew I was following them, and they were very deliberately, and quickly, running away from me. I was a threat. So I stopped, and took this photograph of the path headed down the frozen river as a reminder that there is never a good reason to force things.