A bit of serendipity today, when I was exploring a mill ruin in Phillips, Maine. Two horses were perfectly lined up in the large opening at the end of the roofless space. Like a di Chirico painting, the scene within the scene creates some tension. Is it illusion or reality?

A bit of serendipity today, when I was exploring a mill ruin in Phillips, Maine.  Two horses were perfectly lined up in the large opening at the end of the roofless space.  Like a di Chirico painting, the scene within the scene creates some tension.  Is it illusion or reality?