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The colors in this image, although muted by the treatment I applied to it, create a focal point second only to the action. I love my images to portray movement by the placement of footsteps, by the subject's resistance to another force, or by a garment flipped by wind or the subject's own motion. A favorite image, I took this while working on a fluke job one winter selling jewelry at a thoroughbred race track. Happy memories, great drama portrayed by the magnificent animals, their trainers, jockeys, owners, grooms, and the patrons as well.

A "real" camera, my first, I purchased more than 50 years ago. I didn't intend to become a commercial photographer, but simply to capture what extraordinary compositions I deemed captivating through my magic lenses. My images began to captivate my friends, grew in numbers, and finally admonished me to share my good fortune. I still consider my love of photography to be that of a humble traveler although I have sold and gathered a few kind, "official" kudos along the way. Since that first Minolta, I have lived and traveled the hills of my native California, the fjords and inlets of Southeast Alaska's Inside Passage, and the prairies of Kansas, my current home. My image catalog is finite now, the years have stopped my travels, and Lyme's...