This past Saturday the rising sun approaches the top of the hills east of Molalla, Oregon (as seen from our place near Yoder):
Next thing I know, some of the locals had come over in the semi-darkness to pay me a visit (and hope from breakfast):
“Oooops! Sorry, horse — I forgot to turn off the flash!”
Are horses blue-eyed, or this one just an Anglo-Saxon horse?
“Come let us reason together,” (book 1:7).
And how does this turn out…
And this….
And what's this?