On my way home from Silver Creek yesterday evening, while driving north on Gannett Road, I passed a man and a horse alongside the road, hit the breaks, backed up, parked alongside the road and walked over and introduced myself. His name was Carlos and he was breaking a one year old horse--a colt--and allowed me to take images for about thirty minutes until he and his horse walked behind stacked one-ton bales of hay and disappeared. Below are a few of the images: