It is in our minds an image of galloping horse in a meadow with green grass and moving in the wind and the white horse Pegasus, which flies in the sky and always, horses westerns appearing in full gallop Plain or flowing along steep slopes.

Yet the horse was quickly controlled by humans and there are very few places where space allowed.

But the beauty, the elegance of riding horses, the quiet power of draft horses, we will always dream of living free and wild. We love them for who they are but for this part of light they keep.

In Camargue, Mongolia, parts of America and guess the memory trace of the horses free and proud.

In the stream of our memories, the horses come to drink, shudder.