The sound of hooves plop like heavy drops of liquid metal on the dusty gray asphalt streets of downtown Cowtown.
Equine muscles ripple like static waves under a sheen, brown coat. Eyes shimmering, but dark as coal, stare at the unnatural surface. Somewhere behind those watery eyes, in some nestled strand of genetic material winding like a million staircases into memory, the horse yearns for grass waving over soft earth.
The hard road stares back, reflecting its purpose for thin-wheeled bicycles and combustion engines spinning thick rubber tires.
Our roaming photographer captured this image last Saturday at the Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo All Western Parade.
The all horse and wagon and walking affair allows for no motorized vehicles and draws an estimated crowd of 100,000.
Landscapes and cultures collide as crowds throng to view steps of the past plod through the present.