This dog was following us around the horse stables when someone looked over and saw it chomping on this bone. Funny thing is, no one knew what kind of bone it was or where it came from. I don't think the dog really cared.
Except for a passing train or car or two, the night was so quiet and still in this small country town. This intersection bathed in the glow of a single street light represents how that moment felt in the early morning hours.
