My entry for this month PV art challange 42 - Correlation. This is a memory of me and this beautiful old cold blood trotter who lived uphill our street when I was a little girl. He was my first horselove. I had permission to go visit him when I wanted (I was about 9 when first meeting him) and even go ride him in the paddoc alone (only needed to have a friend with us). He was the kindest horse, letting us sit on him and pet him and ride him without any tack and no helmet at that time in the late 70-early 80s. His name was Kåre Jackson and he brought me on adventures in the forest (with his owner training him) and in my dreams. As he got older he was no good for racing anymore and well we all know where they go then (if not beeing among the few lucky ones who get the retirement they deserve after so many years of serving us humans). I remember his owner said he was going to be sold and I was so very sorry and me and my friend started to save money hoping to buy him. That was not possible of course, my parents was in no state of having a horse. One day he was gone and that was such a big loss for me. He was the one who showed me that horses are amazing and loving and also I think he made me a better child. Now as I am older I can see he was lonely as he stood in this stable and paddock alone, no other horse there, this was actually in the residential areas. He was beautiful as horses are and it brings both joy and sadness thinking about this beautiful old boy.