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Beautiful horse! 🙂
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Just like in Western movies! 😀
Yes! Like a Clint Eastwood film!
This is one handsome beast
This is not about Dressage, Agnes! It’s just a neighbor of my, who loves cowboy lifestyle! 😀
His posture on the horse is soooo dressage like!
The horse is beautiful
I used to ride as a young girl in Europe but I really preferred riding in Canada. The style is as different as the contact with the animal. Your neighbour looks like an excellent rider.
Agnes, it seems like you’re an expert at riding and horses! I did not even know that there are several styles of riding. I love sports and play football regularly, but I have ridden just the horsepower of my car! 😀
I can ride but I am no expert
Jack of all trade master of none
Is it real? I mean, it looks so traditional cowboy that I’m tempted to think he is a skille actor. Beautiful horse!
Some time ago, I told you that Romania has become an American colony. The Americans brought in Romania bombs and rockets, but also their lifestyle. In the picture it is not an actor, is just a neighbor of my, who fell in love with cowboy lifestyle! 😀
Oh, in that case I think to your photograph it’s just absent a Marlboro to complete the scene 😀
You live in an amazing neighborhood!!!
I tell you honestly, that I admire only the horse. I have the same problem with USA, that you have with the Spanish, but my problem is current. Your problem is historic. You know the famous Shakespearean expression: “I give a kingdom for a horse!”. My neighbor inspires me a Romanian adaptation of the Shakespearean expression: “I give a horse and many nuclear missiles, for a country!” I hope you understand my feelings and you do not mind for my opinion, which I dare to say you, that to a friend! It is very unpleasant to know that my daughter (and my cowboy neighbor), is a target for Russian nuclear missiles, because to a war that is not of the Romanians!
Oh, I see it’s more complicated that I thought. Actually I’ve no problem with Spain, more with my own country due it’s still bonded with the Spain of the XVI century (religion, society, moral, etcetera) not with the actual Spain, although it’s a country I cannot imagine myself living because it was a time normal in the news to see a bad treatment from them to us in their country, sometimes even some Spaniards would have a bad attitude here in Peru; after their economic problem they paid our citizens to leave their country but it seemed to me fair in that oportunity. In the end I don’t have a problem with a strong Spain (of course I’m not a fan of them), but more against a weak Peru.
I understand your feelings, historically we have purchased weapons from Russia to be more independent from USA. Also I understand the rage against a country whose politics get in pain when Russia once put missiles in Cuba but hasn’t problem with set their own near Russia… Of course there is no country of saints (not even the Vatican :D) so being so close to a powerful country usually brings to the smaller one a tough position, right know Brazilians are the ones that want to be that powerful neighbor. In the American continent the farther of USA usually the better because there are less interferences as XX century proved with the dictatorships supported by them…
This is a remarkable site! Beautifully designed with outstanding images. I will be following your work!
Thank you very much for your time and attention, given for my modest amateur images. Anytime you will be welcome to my little photoblog!
Thank you for the likes and for following Elm Drive Images.
Let’er Buck cowboy 🙂
No…no…this is Marlboro cowboy!!! 😀
Even better! Great shot – and very cool that he is a friend taken in by the cowboy lifestyle. Cheers 🙂
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