I was drawing a blank on what to talk about today, so I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about my picture:

Across a small and verdant field,
A farmhouse stands with pride and yield,
With a fence of white tape that’s real,
Where horses roam and sometimes feel.

The fence divides the field in two,
A line that’s clear and pure in hue,
It’s a place where horses gallop through,
With grace and strength they shine anew.

The farmhouse has seen many days,
Where love and life have found their ways,
From spring’s first buds to autumn’s blaze,
The memories linger and never erase.

With windows bright and walls of stone,
The farmhouse feels like home alone,
It’s a place where peace and joy are sown,
And the heart and soul are fully grown.

So let the horses run and play,
In the field with the fence of white tape,
As the farmhouse watches from far away,
A place of beauty, serenity and grace.

Bronica ETRSi & Zenzanon 75mm f/2.8 PE & Ilford HP5+. Ilfotec DD-X 1+4 9 mins @ 20°

Taken 5 February 2023.