It’s not every day that I see horses parked at the Minute Market across the street from my office, but occasionally, I’ll see one or two horses quickly cross the busy highway, the rider parking her horse in the parking lot as she rushes in to purchase something at Oregon’s version of the 7 Eleven.
These horses seem quite used to this routine, unphased by the traffic and the curious stares of passersby.
Within a couple of minutes, one of the two riders returned and off they went.
Speaking of horses in unexpected places, I was taking a walk in my town, which is near the countryside, and saw a woman leaning over to brush what I thought was a young girls’ very long blonde hair. But when I got closer, I was surprised at what it really was: