(crossposted in photochallenge)
Ah, street scenes! I have 'em. (Many, many BIG shots...)
Some friends came over on January 1, 2000, to help me shoot the herd, to remember what they looked like on that day. It was bitter cold, and they had a brand new digital camera to show off... a Sony.
Anyone who reads my journal regularly will by now know that such simple things as a photo shoot on a bright, sunny afternoon NEVER TURN OUT. Oh, that's not fair. Sure, they turn out, but never as expected.
So, we decided to run the horses past the two videographers, Missy Riley (with the super new digital) and I, with my three year old workhorse Panasonic AG (a prozumer style, but no longer state of the art.)
The herd cooperated, running up the hill in small groups for the most part, and a few singletons. Herds of horses tend to clump together... being herd animals, that is their instinct.
But, we weren't getting much in the way of action, so we opened the pasture gate and decided to run them TO somewhere -- in this case, across the yard into a dinky pasture.
Joyce, Missy's mother, set off with a bucket to bang (horses will follow a bucket ANYWHERE), but couldn't get the road gate closed. Something about the abundance of snow we had that year, all carefully plowed right onto the gates. Not to worry -- the pasture gate would open. Bang, bang, bang...
Into the yard went the first horses, right past Joyce and the open pasture gate (wind blew that one clean), down the lane and past THAT open gate, onto the highway, down the road (showing MAGNIFICENT SPEED, of course!) and off to parts unknown.
They hit the corner a half mile from home and KEPT ON GOING. Joyce and I hopped in my pickup and crept down the drive and off onto the barely plowed, icy roadway, except where the wind had scoured it... very iffy if you were on ice or clear at any given moment. We crept through the entire herd, then turned them, breathing a sigh of relief, sure they'd go home...
The Panasonic was too cold, and would not shut off, so we had a lovely sound track of me driving along saying, "Please GO HOME, PLEASE go HOME", which we left on part of the video. When we were in the center of the road with horses streaming by both windows and blocking the path ahead, now THAT'S when I should have shot some video, but I had something else on my mind -- like not HITTING anyone. Joyce said she was "thrilled" just to be in the middle of them at full gallop. (The kind of thrill that makes your hair stand up on end.)