11x14 Horse Painting on cradled wood panel.

You've got the tack cleaned up, the fence is tight, the hay is dry.  That smell of molasses comes off the sweet-feed and the peculiar way steps on dry grass echo off a barn both hang in the air. That is that moment of peace where it all seems worth the effort, expense, and protection for the partnerships with these magnificent animals.

 Then they stumble by, swinging their heads, kicking, bucking and farting like wild just because they can.