When I grew up horsepower came on wheels. Two or four, but very seldom on legs. We lived in the country but my father had a garage and motors were his big interest. Overshadowing most everything and life long. Most of my family have the same interest, but I kind of fell down another tree, or how the saying goes.
Horses are beautiful with a force and power that is tremendous. Perhaps there are similarities in racing horses or other horsepowers. You have to take care of the power, treat it well, to make it work for you. It is an amazing team work. Horses are personalities and they could, like us, have a bad day. Things I understand but don´t know so much about since I havn´t come close to them. Until now that is.
Yesterday was another great day at Täby Galopp, the racetrack in Stockholm.
The way I have chosen to photograph horses is a great gamble. But it is nothing that I can bet on. Not until afterwards do I see if I managed to catch the moment. A moment that I often does not really know existed. But it appears very clear to me when I see all the exposures what I like. As most always with photography it takes just as much time in post as taking the photographs. To come up with a selection is time consuming. This is a small selection from yesterday.