Horses in Harness Print

Trained horses aproaching the battlefield for a battle they've already lost. I like horses. They're nice fellows, but most of all I like their form, how the skin and the short luscious shiny fur moves over their lean muscles. What strikes me most is how they are at once a symbol of wilderness, of overflowing instinct and tumultuous bursting energy and at the same time/all the while/ they are a figure of restraint, because more than any other animal they have been trained -and they allow themselves to be trained, to be ridden, encased in harness and even festive attire sometimes (like the horses of knights in a tournament). Truth be told, horses make me thing of gentlemen the most- who adeptly exert restraint over their basic instincts, but you can still feel the wilderness still there just below the surface like the muscles pulsing throughout the body under the smooth coat of a horse.