They came from behind us, riding hard, seemingly from out of the past. They galloped into a blaze of color, and vanished around a curve in the dirt road. The late afternoon sun illuminates each rider in a different way. The woman is an example of rim-light – her hair seems to glow at the edges, as if she is on fire. She echoes the explosion of light coming from the brilliantly colored tree in the background. The man, along with his horse, is still in shadow. Because he is seen against the light, my exposure makes him into a silhouette. He is less defined and tries to catch up. But he can’t. I like the contrast between riders. It increases the power of juxtaposition: dark vs. light, ahead vs. behind, female vs. male, and all of it emerging from a cloud of dust, riding towards the beauty of the natural world.