Not my horse, but really old paint on an old tank at an abandoned old steel mill that's now a museum (Sloss Furnaces.) Reminds me a little of elephant skin. Sloss is very near downtown Birmingham, just blocks from the city center, and when I moved here in 1971 it was still operating, belching fire into the night sky, like an angry dragon chained to the railroad tracks. It is said to be haunted by the ghosts of some of the workers who died there, and has been the subject of several TV shows about hauntings. It doesn't scare me, but I don't think I'll go out there in the dark by myself anytime soon.