mid-70s snapshot of yours truly (probably the only one to appear on this blog) and Sam, my Welsh mountain pony. He lived at my grandparents' and that's a chicken somewhere on the path behind me. I didn't like that jumper (sweater) as it was itchy wool. As for the blur, that may well have been the point in the field where you could pass between parallel universes.
(My mom must have ordered borderless prints).