I used to photograph horse racing. A lot. In fact, I believe that’s where it all started. If I hadn’t spent countless weekends documenting the races and way too many mornings photographing warm ups at dusk, I would not be a photographer today.
Here is a photo from just another morning at the track. I remember the thick fog pressing down on the wet dirt; the horses swam through the haze with tense riders on their backs. I imagine that it was freeing because you couldn’t see what came next.