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WILD HORSE PHOTOGRAPHY BLACK AND WHITE

WILD HORSE PHOTOGRAPHY BLACK AND WHITE

Saintes Maries de la Mer. Early morning. 

I was tucked away in a cozy bed somewhere in the small town I was visiting. My pursuit of beautiful horse images had brought me to the Southern coast of France. The enchanted town had been commemorating my arrival there with strong winds and the ocean lapping at its shores. I was also greeted by the creatures I had hoped would say hello, the Camargue wild horses. 

Just like any good thing in life, I was being made to work for it. Despite the long journey halfway around the world, I also had to pivot my life and habits around the subjects of my work. I wasn’t in New York anymore, my brain and also body were having a hard time accepting this. 

Fighting Myself 

My alarm went off at 4:30 am. That short sentence alone is enough to make most people shudder. Why would anyone wake up at that ungodly hour? Me apparently, and it was no one’s decision but my own. My decision could wait another 10 minutes. I hit the snooze button and hoped my body would be more willing to cooperate next time. I was wrong. 

The next time it went off, I heard a whisper ask, “Why did I travel to France?”

To photograph running horses and create wildlife prints for sale, of course. Unfortunately, beautiful horse images weren’t a sufficient answer for my consciousness.

“If I wanted to sleep, I should have stayed in New York!”

I did want to sleep, but it had a point. It took a great effort to get to Saintes Maries de la Mer, and I wasn’t done yet. That was all the convincing I needed. I reluctantly began to peel myself from the pillowy warmth of my bed. Then, I went into autopilot, dragging myself through the motions to get to where I needed to be. I knew I really cared about my wildlife prints for sale to put myself through this. The location I had chosen to shoot in was a wet sandy beach, not the most comfortable place to be lying in early in the morning.

The Trials and Tribulation of being a Wildlife Photographer

Regardless, I put my camera together and got myself into position. I knew it would be no easy feat to get beautiful horse images, especially since I wanted to capture the sheer majesty of running horses.  As I lay in the sand, preparing myself for when these creatures would run by, I tried to ignore everything I didn’t like. However, discomfort is particularly talented at making its presence known. My neck began to hurt, as I strained to keep it up at the right angle while looking through the viewfinder. The wet sand wasn’t the most supportive medium and also quite messy to be comfortable on. Some other residents of the beach had gotten curious and got all too comfortable around me.

Mosquitos that sounded like mini helicopters had launched an attack on any exposed skin on my body. That’s when I realized that I had forgotten my bug spray. Of course.

I wanted out, I wanted a bed. I also wanted beautiful horse images.

Murphy’s Law 

Despite the hellish mosquitos, this town draws in people with its sheer beauty as well as for equine photography. Its quaint charm is heightened by the sea of red and also cream roof tiles that spread out across it. Somewhere in that majestic sea was a bed, calling for me. The age of the town is conveyed through the wear and tear on the coastal structures, as years of troubled waves did their damage. I was having a hard time appreciating any of this as my mind focused on everything going wrong. Perhaps I was just in a particularly pessimistic mood. I thought about how Murphy’s Law was playing a sad joke on me. Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. 

Then I heard the whisper again “Why? Why do I do this to myself?”

I close my eyes to block out that irritating voice to try and ignore everything around me. Slowly I start to forget about the uncomfortable sand and also the buzzing blood-sucking creatures. They faded away and I smelled the salty air instead. It didn’t bother me as much anymore when it brushed against my face. My squirming in the sand had made a pocket that molded around me, which helped support my neck better. I heard the birds singing out their lovely little melodies, now that I was paying attention to them. In the distance, the sound of heavy hooves kicking up sand and water got louder. Finally.

When I opened my eyes and looked at this majestic running horse coming towards me I was in heaven. The “why?” has been finally been answered.

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