I feel genuinely sad.  I have just learned that Guy Walter died this morning from a heart attack.  He was 59 years old.  Guy was a quiet, unassuming man.  He was good with horses.  I think he genuinely loved his horses.  He wasn't one for grandstanding, or any of that nonsense.  I think he appreciated beautiful things.  Guy was in fact so unassuming that he wasn't a spotlight or limelight hog and because I tend to concentrate on the horse so much I sometimes miss people like him.  Going back through my images now, particularly now that there is NO chance of ever taking another photograph of him (a bit like when you push something beyond repair and there's no going back because it's broken) reminds that I should get better at remembering to photograph the people as well as the horses... Saying something poignant, like 'live for the momen t', or 'don't put things off because you automatically assume the same opportunity will be ther...