Close enough to bucolic

I might not live in the backwoods any more. But close enough:

I took this photo yesterday morning through my sun porch window. Horses walking down the street isn’t exactly an everyday sight here. But the critter in front lives on a muddy half acre about six blocks away. He’s a friendly old guy. Always comes over to the gate to say howdy, so the dogs and I are well-acquainted with him from our walks.

I wasn’t the only one who grabbed a camera. A few minutes later, a neighbor mom came running out with her toddler and snapped a photo of her cute kidlet astride the horse in the rear. Just like in the olden days when photographers used to bring ponies around suburban neighborhoods so parents would be begged, pleaded, and nagged into buying a picture of Junior or Juniorette on Shetlandback.