Dust and Sweat and Blood
What I like most about this photo is Honor's face. Cool, confident, and stoic. As if he's tolerating the "much ado about nothing" the humans in the frame are going on about. I have to believe that to some degree, Honor did know. That he knew his ability, knew his talent, and never doubted it when he stepped before Caesar. Honor is a "gamer." He's a boyish clown in the paddock, but under saddle and in the arena, flips the kill switch and goes to work. I had to believe that his confience was authentic and his courage quite real. Honor is in the effort--fuck the critic. As an aside, as an equestrian, it pays to have an Honor Guard husband. See those boots? That's my one flex in this photo.
In the Arena
Cross-Country / Post-show
Unfortunately, the only video I had of him doing cross-country and jumping the log is corrupted and unrecoverable. I can't explain the heartbreak I had when putting this together then discovering that.
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