I guess the horse didn’t get the memo on the jump

And so…with one final, spectacular display of hooves, dirt, pain, and gasps from the crowd – the Kentucky Summer horse show ended and so did my month long gig as a ring photographer.

Over the last month I have easily taken 4000 photos, all of horses jumping over fences at the same timing, angle, etc. I have looked at horses through my viewfinder for so long that I know every vein on their neck, every hair on their faces, and if I had only a few more days here I could probably whisper to them.

I’m not sad to be out of the Kentucky sun in August, but I do hate to see a decent source of travel revenue go. Funny, I’ve been home all year but the feeling of vagabonding still hasn’t left me. I would pack a rucksack every day for this job with water, food, camera, then go off on my own for 10 hours. It felt natural….basically the same thing I’ve been doing for 2 years. Damn I miss the road, but being home and working will just make it that much sweeter some day when vagabonding begins. (again).