Senior Senator captures second Md. Hunt Cup
The 7 a.m. text could have come from Ireland or Scotland, or maybe some mythical land with a made-up name. A lone horse stands in a field of spring grass. To the right, a fence line stretches, following the contour of the land, then disappears into the fog. The horse’s ears are up, alert, checking out the photographer or some far off interest. His blaze is the brightest thing in the photo.




