Time Magazine (subscribers only) had a story on the end of horse racing not so long ago. This is why we decided to go to the races, in order not to miss something. I found it really interesting and a great, and difficult, subject for photography too. Here is the full story of my day at the races.
The racecourse is teeming with punters … hummmmm not really…
Wait a minute … I found one; nice hat!
Horses going round the “parade ring”, an important part of the horse racing ritual. Then, punters rush to the betting stalls (and self-service kiosks, far less romantic) to put a €2 or €10 wager on the gigis they have seen parading around the ring.
Shaking hands with the owners. Horses and jockeys are coming from all over the world. This one above is Tom Queally from Ireland.
Number 5 seemed to win all the races … and then I realised it wasn’t the same number 5. Maybe that’s the lucky number. My wife got 2 out of the first 3 horses in that race and she won bloody nothing. I found that very unfair.