Madison, daughter of Comanche and Kestrel, walks across a patch of ice in the bottom of an arroyo where her band and Hollywood’s drank. Most of the bands’ members are behind her, but mama Kestrel had found a little seep in the snow just around the bend ahead of her. Interestingly, when Kes went back and forth, she skirted this patch of ice to the right, against the wall of the arroyo. Madison, with the confidence of youth, walked straight across. I love the sunlight turning her bay coat red against the blue of the shadowed ice and snow.