I took these photos of Fate yesterday in a snow squall by the winter meadow where she loves to run, vanish in the tall shrubs, chase after mice and chipmunks and rabbits. She races up and down the corn rows, disappears, re-appears, leaps in the air, circles around, always comes right back to us. A ballet of freedom and joy. I got an extraordinary response to the photo yesterday, not quite sure why, except the sweep of it is inspiring somehow. The winter pasture can be especially beautiful.