shooting

Victoria´s horse

When Victoria called me and asked if I could photograph her with her horse, I had no idea what I was getting into. We met on her horse farm in Niedersachsen / Germany to load the horse on a trailer. Her horse initially had other plans and did not even think about climbing the trailer. Only when she talked to him well for a while, it moved his hooves in the horse trailer. We drove together in a column about 40 kilometers to the shooting location. I had already looked at everything in advance and also calculated the position of the sun so far that we were at least two hours in advance, until the light was as I would like. The ride went smoothly.
On our arrival were still bathers on the banks of the river Weser, I would not like in the picture. To prevent more people from entering the beach, I pulled out of the car a „police barricade flapping tape“ as it is also used by the police to lock up crime scenes. I clamped the flapping tape between the posts at the entrance to the beach. The authority behavior of the Germans came to me right and the first passers-by turned on the barrier obediently. Victoria was already adjusting her horse gently to the new, unfamiliar surroundings while I spread my equipment on a tarpaulin. Everything seemed to go according to plan. The sun slowly lowered and we first practiced the first directions and speeds in the sand. Now it was up to Victoria to get her horse used to the water. First, she walked with him in the shallow water and down, then deeper and deeper until we had the water level about knee-deep at horse height. Her horse trusted her and everything was ready for the shoot. In the distance, however, I already saw the evil to come on us. We had perhaps ten more minutes … the steely colossus continued to feed on us inexorably. The horse raised its ears and already felt the vibrations of the diesel engines that were transmitted through the water through its hooves. It turned its head in the direction of the ship and slowly moved backwards out of the water. He did not care what was swimming on the water. Meanwhile, the coal freighter had reached the beach section. The resounding throbbing of the diesel engines was a completely unknown sound to the horse. Victoria’s horse shied away and did not even think to return to the water again.

   

Everything was planned in detail by me only the shipping traffic on the river Weser I had not considered. It became increasingly cooler and the light became noticeably darker. When the ship was out of earshot, Victoria led her horse to the water again. First, they kept going up and down the first steps along the beach. Then slowly into the shallow waves. It worked. Suddenly she gave me a sign and rode off. I grabbed my camera and was ready. We still had ten to fifteen minutes of usable daylight. Everything now depended on horse and rider. Victoria led her horse as previously discussed and we were able to shoot some more motifs until the sun disappeared behind the dike on the other side.

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