This gorgeous pinto ran to the fence when we got out of the car. There was just a smidgeon of daylight left and the sky was glorious! We were driving along back roads looking at farms, fields and barns. We saw some splendid barns, alpacas and cattle standing in a stream. I wanted to stop and take a picture of that, but there wasn't a good place to pull off the road. It was classic Americana: rural landscape division. Its beauty was shaped by a vanishing way of life. I'm glad I don't have to milk cows morning and evening and muck out the barn. This doesn't prevent me from seeing the beauty in these rolling green fields and woodlands. How do memory and nostalgia differ???