Sandwiched between the base of a mountain and the road, stood Red's Poultry. (No longer there these days.)
I was just going to take a picture of the horse, when Red came out of his small house and asked me what I was doing there. I told him that I was taking a photography class and I liked his horse. He said that his horse would be nervous when I took the picture and he would have to hold him down. He was right: the horse jumped up with the click the camera.
I'm glad Red was there to help and add more character to the shot.