Chapter 1   She found him in her viewfinder. Her sophisticated digital camera took care of the focus and exposure. All she had to do was get the timing. Click. The rider was in perfect sync with his horse, a magnificent gray Andalusian. The horse was round, his hocks underneath the girth. Click. It was poetry in motion. It was beauty come to life. It was… Click. Damn it, didn’t the arrogant prick ever make a mistake … Continue reading The Show Photographer by Peter Woodruff