I'm no photographer.
I'm just a common housewife.
With a job.
That I love.
And a photography passion.
It's almost a fetish. But don't judge.
I was at an equestrian meet in which my daughter was competing last weekend. The conditions were horrendous. It was a cloud rainy day, and cold. Did I mention rain? As such, this photographer and over-the-hill mom wanted nothing better than to drive the few hours back home to her comfortable bed and plop in it.
Instead, I pull out my camera. Between shivers, I fiddle with my settings. The day was overcast and it was indoors. And it was night time. A mother prays that her daughter will not fall off the horse; a photographer swears at the conditions.
I did not turn my flash on, after all, horses are unpredictable. You never know what can spook them and I didn't want to take the chance that I would be the culprit for an unfortunate incident. So I leave my flash off. The speed light stayed in my chic Kelly Moore bag (darn it.)
I started to shoot and 99% of the photos were horrible. In the back of my mind I recalled reading somewhere on the internet about following the subject in low light. So I set the ISO at 1600 and at a fast shutter speed. I know - it's a recipe for disaster.
But then I followed my girl as she rides around the ring with my camera, matching her speed with the above settings.
I reviewed the photos later and find that it took me back in time. To the place. I feel the speed. I feel the sacrifice. I felt the pride. I felt the love. What is more important than that?
It's not technically perfect, but life never is.
It is however - the perfect moment for us. Forever. Caught in the digital moment in time.