” A good photograph
stops a moment from running away.”
I could hear the clang of the horseshoes from the kitchen. I put my telephoto lens on my camera and sneaked outside. From behind the trees I could see into the orchard, where the horseshoe posts were placed. Grandpa and Talmage were playing a game. They were very serious about it. I snapped away. From this angle and that angle. I found them talking, laughing, joking . . . measuring and measuring, giving “high-fives”, groaning and shouting. More than once I heard one of them say “wait, wait . . . let’s measure again”. These are the kinds of photographs I love to take. They tell a story without a single word being written down.