47 Tangier Boulevard (Books)
The horse, with all it’s glistening muscular sweat, hung back; settled in the pack until it instinctively, savagely knew it had to drive itself up and through to the lead. Grass underfoot, dangerous snorting, grunting, thundering mass of power and the finish line in sight, he claimed the lime-light half-way down the straight. Metal bit against the drooling animal tongue, the late charge of Workforce paid off. Handsomely. Bayan watched as their horse won. Then he posted it online.
Images and Video: Anthropologie March 2014
Patti Friday, Photojourno, reporting from inside 'The Art Dept.' at the international 'Embassy of Ideas'. Reading. Listening. Learning. Improving. Hanging out with successful people. Photographer. Pirate. Bubby. CANADA @pattifriday