On a very pleasant afternoon in the beautiful and lush landscapes of
Talesh city in northern Iran.
Seven horses were lying on the grass.
This could be a pleasant image and suitable for painting.
I slowly approached them.
I was about fifteen meters away – the white horse looked at me hesitantly – got up and started walking, followed by the other horses.
At a further distance they sat down on the grass again.
I approached them again.
They got up again and this time the white horse chose to cross the river.
I felt their leader cleverly chose the water path so that I could not follow them.
Their leader realized that I could not cross the river.