When you’ve got nothing going on in your life but a horse show, you take pictures of horses.
Brown and White horses.
Sleepy dogs on horses.
And horses’ butts.
You take pictures of all things horse, because there is nothing else to do, and what with over 1000 horses present, there is plenty of material. Can I just say that it’s not easy taking horse pictures, or at least pictures of horses with riders on them. Horses are more often than not dark, whereas the rider is typically framed by a bright sky. I was constantly fiddling with the exposure settings. Then again, I had nothing much else to do.
This was our first horse show, and a good harbinger of things to come. Apparently, what you do most of during a horse show is wait. If you’re not walking from one end of the place to the other, because of course your two kids’ events are spread out to the farthest possible reaches.
We didn’t win anything that day. Not that I’d even have known where to find out if we won anything. But everybody stayed on top of their horse, which I count as a success. No one got kicked by a horse. And there were only a few tears, because Impatience had practiced for the wrong dressage test, but she got over it. And good old Sparky behaved himself reasonably well, only bucking once or twice and peeing when walking up to the judges.
We should have gotten an award for most spirited horse.