It takes a gifted horsewoman to instill the level of trust demonstrated by these handsome horses as they traverse obstacles most horses would shy away from.
And those three fellows gathered at the fence in the next-to-last shot are obviously good friends. And the pair pictured in the preceding shot blowing a greeting in each others nostrils implies a comforting security.
I look forward to your photo tours every week! Love 'em!

In case you missed them, here are the links ~

https://democraticunderground.com/1161105923
https://democraticunderground.com/1161106103
https://democraticunderground.com/1161106256

Thanks for your interest.

GMcG

I'll check them out right now!

Have great day, and kiss a horse's nose for me!

... reminded me of a metal grate bridge across the Umpachene River in Southfield, Mass when I was a kid sixty-odd years ago. My horse, Patch, did not like crossing it because he could see through it. I had to walk him over it several times before he'd do it with me in the saddle. It still made him nervous, though, because his shoes would slip a little on the grate.
And, yeah, I'm that old! I'll turn 80 next year! So much for Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse!

in italics, like you did. And my iMac won't do it! Command + I opens the Mail application instead! Aarrggghhhh

Okay. So stuffing that desire in the trash can in my head, I shall respond in the usual fashion, like this, un-italicized (sigh).

According to google — "Live fast, die young, have a beautiful corpse,” was a favorite saying of Eternal Teen-ager James Dean." I did not enter this world until 1952 and have no memory of him. Sounds like your life has not followed the saying.

It's weird getting old. Not all bad, but not I saw in my grandparents' old age either.

Of course their aging occurred during times of societal change so very different from their growing-up years. How disturbing must have been young peoples' attitudes, lifestyles, rebellion to elderly folks accustomed to stability, social security, trust in government, steady employment, lasting marriages.

Coming up on 80, you've experienced things I haven't. I grew up in the used-to-be small town of East Granby, Connecticut. Half-way between Hartford and Springfield. Last fall my wife and I flew back to visit relatives, including my sister-in-law who lives in New Marlborough.

She has a small dome house out in the woods. Dirt road. Beautiful countryside, which
suggests that Southfield has the same. (I'd have been skeptical of crossing that bridge with a horse for sure.) Patch is a neat name. Do you still have an affinity for horses?

You refer to "sixty-odd years ago"; I have used a similar phrase and thought those were some pretty odd years at times of experiment and experience. Made it through though.

GiqueCee - it's approaching my morning nap time, so I'll leave off here.

Thank You,

Allan aka George