The Long Run

The frame won't sit still. The horse is somewhere, the rider is somewhere, the hat is the only thing that stays a hat. Everything else is paint left on the air by something that was here a half second ago.

There is no horizon. There is no destination. There is the duster, the brim, and a body angled into the run. This is what speed actually looks like before the camera tries to be polite about it.

We chose this frame because it argues. A still picture of a rider should not feel like wind, and yet.