Lexington, Kentucky in the heart of the Bluegrass is the only city I know that has a horse race seemingly thundering through its streets. The first time I saw this incredibly beautiful bronze work, I was speechless.
Each horse and rider can be identified by those people who know their thoroughbreds and jockeys, but that is not me. Nevertheless, I can admire the beauty of this work. In addition I am always left wondering, who will win the race? The winner could even be the last horse. Living in the Bluegrass I have learned never to take for granted the outcome of a race.
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