When Everything is Perfect

free range horse photography of a stallion striding through a golden field
The herd stallion moving through the tall oats and grass without purpose.

“Every summer there are a number of nights, not many, but a number, when everything is perfect. The light, the warmth, the smells, the mist, the birdsong-the moths. Who can sleep?

–Fredrick Siagberg The Fly Trap, A Book About Summer, Islands and the Freedom of Limits

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