I just know one thing...I promised myself decades ago that I'd never have a HOSS with very much white to maintain !

Keep out of the city and in the country as much as you can, Snareline.

The new one is an Arabian. From the looks of the background, he is being shown in a place like The United Arab Emirates , Dubai . The world's money in all manner of assets are bought and sold there. Sheiks love Arab shows , among the world's most costly Arabians are raised, sold and bought there as investments, and passed down the thousands of years pedigrees they all have.

There's an old saying, if you want to make a breed better, infuse Arabians. Some western folk here don't cotton much to that saying, buttttt.......the American Quarter horse and Thoroughbred industry were ALL founded on....Arabians.

Among the most fun and exhilarating rides I've had were all on Arabs.

Thank you for the share, Snareline.

Well what do you expect from that part of the world ....the only good thing to me out of that area are the horses.

I think back fondly of visiting New York city with my grandmother...who was into culture, education, and world travel. They had a second home in Milan, Italy . She loved that country, and showed me the art museums, fine Italian leather and cuisine .And the horses. I would have drug her along with me to visit the industries of the finest Italian shotguns then, like Beretta, and others, if I was into them then

In New York, we enjoyed amazing cultural arts, from jaw-dropping buildings that were works of art in their architecture, with marble pillars, sculpted horses and humans in perfect anatomical dimensions. Art museums , where I saw my first Rosa Bonheur painting, The Horse Fair, that blew my mind of how a woman could not only hold her own as a painter of such masculine action , among a world of men of that renaissance era , but excel them in details that broke the ceiling of the masters in progressive anatomy exhibited. Thus began my art studies , from those masters , not from in person training.

I recall the smells of such remarkable foods in the city. My grandparents knew of obscure hole in the wall Italian restaurants where the cuisine melted in your mouth. I really enjoyed my visit there.

Grandma and Grandpa, who was a leading scientist working for NASA, always told me to become well-balanced in education, to move well among heads of state , enjoy orchestra, to the love of the country and woodland.

When I think of NYC, I sincerely hope the city gets back to the amazing place it was, without fear, NYC's finest in blue, overseeing a safe and thriving place that people the world over loved to see. They always let me pet their horses when we came across the mounted units in the streets.

I do not remember the name of those few small places we would enjoy Italian meals in, but I do recall the sweet aromas and kindness shown to us , from those owners who took such pride in their hard work.

When I think of your hometown, all those fond memories and hopes for the future return.

Here's another beautiful one:

Not as beautiful, but still cool