Day at the races: the players / the played
And vice versa
A subway ride from Manhattan, the Aqueduct Racetrack is its own world of grizzled gamblers, sinewy jockeys, and fast fragile (and here, exhausted) horses. With everyone deep into dreams and disappointments, it’s easy to slip in and photograph. Although the guy (there’s always an exception) top right seems none too pleased by my intrusive lens.
At the track, there is a liveliness and excitement that is missing at the mechanized casino in the same complex. There, ensconced and glaze-eyed, hardscrabble players sink their money, over and over, into machines hardwired to win.
Faces really tell the story. I am with Edie Shedd on the horse. Your "slip-in and photograph" method (including the "exception") is very powerful Terry.
Cannot bear the picture of that horse.