Grain destined for export stacked on Madras beaches (February 1877) I've started writing a series of posts on photography on World...
If it wasn't for the dreams of young girls, horses I fear would be extinct.
I like horses, Darrell. If I was ever stinking rich, I would have a big house, a very big house in the country with land and a paddock with a few horses in it. I'd groom them and pet them and talk to them and love them and ride them into town, and trot around the fields with my big horsey boots and my horsey jacket and horsey hat. I'd be a real horsey Englishman with a red horsey face living in the horsey country and chase foxes and wear a red coat and... it's all kind of bringing us back full circle to the point you were making in the first place.
This horse looks just like mine:)
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