A rustic wooden cabin stands amid a golden field under a cloudy sky, exuding a calm, pastoral setting. The brushwork is expressive and resembles an Impressionist style, giving the scene a textured and lively appearance.
In the quiet shadows of old stables,
Where dust dances in the slanted light,
Whispers of days long past linger
Among the weathered walls and worn wood.
Horses once stood tall and proud,
Their gentle eyes reflecting stories
Of journeys taken and paths explored,
Their hooves echoing through the earth.
A time when the world moved slower,
When the clip-clop of hooves on cobblestone
Was the rhythm of life's simple pace,
And the wind in your hair meant freedom.
Those old days of transport, of connection,
Of bridging the gap between here and there,
A bond between man and beast unbroken,
A partnership forged in trust and loyalty.
Now the stables stand silent, a relic
Of a bygone era, a reminder of simpler times,
Where the spirit of the horse still roams free,
In the echoes of hoofbeats and the whispers of history.
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My name is Torfinn Johannessen and I am a self-taught photographer. Have been photographing all my life, and digitally since 2002. I was born and raised in Mo i Rana, Norway. Moved here to Strömsund, Sweden in November 1989 with wife and children. For more information, ..
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