Armand and Tora was a real find for me. I was driving around in the mist looking for landscape images when I met Pierre, who told me about a windmill and a horse on their farm.
When I drove there, Tora was far away in the corner of the white fenced camp. Far away from me and far away from the windmill. I waited for quite some time. It was a gamble to wait because the mist was fading. I was secretly hoping for the horse to move closer to the windmill.
Photography works like this. You might not always know what to expect and do not always get what you want, but most of the time you are rewarded for taking a chance or letting life unfold instead of trying to force things into the direction you want it to go.
Sometimes you anticipate or hope for an event to happen and when it does and you capture it - it is so gratifying.
Other times - you wait and hope for something to happen, and it doesn't, but then something else and unexpected happens. Like that morning.
As I waited for Tora to move closer to the windmill miraculously, Armand arrived to ride on his beloved horse!
I never got the windmill and horse in the mist - images I saw in my mind's eye, but think I got something much more special.