I was out having a bonfire at sunset, taking advantage of the ever-present wind dying down on the farm to light one of my burr piles. Of course, my boy, the colt of the eternally happy ears, was right near me as usual, watching all of my activity, even inquiring if he could help. Just as I was admiring the sunset, Toccata, normally zeroed in on me even from a hundred yards away, suddenly turned his head and stared off into the distance at nothing I could see. One second, frozen in time, and I had the camera.
I love this shot. Somehow, I can almost hear Taps . . .