Westward Bound

Every weekend, certain riders return toward their stables via my street.  I am lucky to live on their circuit between nearby parks and a cemetery, where riding is best. I saw these young men last week, but I wasn't fast enough drawing my camera to get a good shot.  This time I stood on my porch wall, used my hand as a sun shield, and took only this frame.

Some friends dropped by and by the time we heard hooves climbing the street, it was a proper porch sit.  See the extras for that.  My guests enjoyed seeing me and Carlo wrestling.