Shown: So You Think (NZ) returning after the 2010 running of the Melbourne Cup.
I had spent the race nervously clutching my camera to my chest at the rail with my family. I watched them thunder past us the first time, unable to distinguish my picks from the others and in a moment they were gone. I could barely watch on the big screen as they settled against the rail and ate up the 3200m race. With my fingers crossed and my heart in my chest i saw the favourite make his break in the straight and take the lead. by the final furlong though it was clear, the distance had taken its toll. The french horse was closing and the horse that i crossed an ocean to see was fading fast.
The horses trotted wearily in as roars from the crowd followed Americain into the winners circle and the flash of the cameras. Second last to come in was the horse that the media had been all over for the past weeks. He was covered in mud and veins. The rain and sweat had turned his brown coat almost black and steam rose off his hide in the cool air. Yet again i could not stop staring, even after the mammoth effort and the longest 3 minutes and 26 seconds i have had in a while, he still looked fierce.
Note: All the images from this day were sadly rather grainy, weak lighting, an older camera and a lack of experience at that point contributed. Looking back i really wish i knew then what i do now, but it cant be helped and i love these images anyway.
Image (c) Frances Harper
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