Handmaiden to history, chronicler of the mind and the heart, writing is humankind’s most far-reaching creation, it’s forms and designs endless. During the U.S. civil war, for example, a union soldier’s letter home was written in two directions to save scarce paper. In India an artisan made such limitation a virtue by inking an article’s bylines on grains of rice. And the words you are now reading were written on a computer equipped with some 800 styles of type. Yet the purpose of writing remains unchanged: to convey meaning, whether playful, mundane, or profound.
How did I miss this one? Wow, Pierre. That's really good. The many point of repetition really make it difficult to focus of any part of the image - except the colt at right. I suppose (s)he was the subject of this image. He's alert and looking at us, and I feel that he's just a bit apprehensive. The light is almost perfect. It could have come a couple degrees more clock-wise, so their flanks were lighted, but hey - who am I? The composition's also excellent with the little guy just at the edge of vision where we see him outside the group, yet the only one who seems aware of whatever it is that alerted him.
The image seems a bit grainy though. Is that a result of the post-processing or was it just dark?