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Photographer Moonlighting as a Pony Rider

November 13, 2009

Silver Swallow

3:55am Pacific Standard Time. The only times I’ve slipped out of bed so willingly at this hour were for a horse show, a sunrise at Saratoga, or to try to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus on Christmas morning. Today was a bit of all three rolled into one.

Within minutes, I was dressed, out the door, and on the road to the racetrack. It was not yet 4:30 when I arrived at the barn. Barn cats sashayed toward me and exercise riders greeted me as if I was a regular. Sunrise was almost two hours away but the barn lights glowed warmly and the track bustled with activity. The sharp odor of stalls mixed with the warm, earthy smell of the horsepath and familiar notes of shampoo and liniment.

Decades of win photos decorated the walls of the office of legendary California trainer Bruce Headley. The trainer stepped into the office to begin the day’s work and turned the dial up on the heater. November at Santa Anita is chilly air for Californians but downright balmy for a Jersey Girl. Bruce’s daughter and assistant trainer Karen greeted me with the casual cheer of a person who spends every morning at a racetrack. I wondered if she could see just how nervous and excited I was. I’m pretty sure she could.

I left the office and spotted my mount for the morning, a stout bay gelding named Captain who was snoozing in the barn before the day’s work began. The first thing I noticed was how placid he was and the second thing I noticed was his tack. He had a western bit and bridle and an exercise saddle on his back. I had been expecting a big western saddle, but the exercise saddle was even more interesting since I’ve never ridden in one before.

Captain stood obediently at the mounting block as I slipped my paddock boot into the small lightweight stirrup and mounted up. The stirrups were jacked up shorter than my shortest jumping length. Karen asked if I needed them longer. I smiled and said they were great- when in Rome… right? The pony’s back was broad and he felt quite solid. The saddle was remarkably comfortable.

I rode Captain to the edge of the shedrow and waited for Karen to get a leg up onto her morning’s ride: Silver Swallow, a mare who was entered in a Breeders’ Cup race the following day. Silver wore the signature royal purple Breeders’ Cup saddle cloth with her name embroidered below the logo. There were no freckles on her snowy coat; she was nearly white with a perfect silver mane. It is difficult to see shine on most grey horses, but this mare was different- she shimmered like alabaster. Her luminous, expressive, almond-shaped eyes were set wide on her head, offsetting her round jaw and delicate muzzle. Her ears were slightly curled at the very tips and one seemed to be set on a slightly steeper angle than the other, giving her a jaunty expression.

I rode beside Karen and Silver Swallow on their left, past the barns and toward the training track. Both horses briskly walked down the path; my pony knew his job so well he could have done it by himself. The mare was eager to stretch her legs. She walked on a loose rein and her closely-set ears were radar antennae, rapidly swiveling to gather information. She had a fine, silky, neatly-pulled mane- it swayed and bounced like human hair with each nod of her elegant head. Upon first glance, she appeared dainty, but her feminine features belied her constitution- she was deep and muscular through the chest with a powerful loin and strong, sound legs set on well-balanced feet. She had the heart, speed, and class to race against the finest mares in the sport, finishing second to Rags to Riches and third to Zenyatta.

After we walked through a tunnel and onto the track, we asked the horses to stand for a moment. My vest pockets were stuffed with carrots. Karen asked me to feed the mare a bit of carrot- she politely accepted her snack. Captain turned his head to me hopefully and he got a carrot as well. Everything I did this morning was alternately foreign and familiar; feeding treats from the horse’s back was second-nature to me since I do it all the time back home. Feeding treats to a Breeders’ Cup contender, however, was something I had never done before.

Silver Swallow’s trainers had done a masterful job with her preparation for the big race- her sharpness and fitness were palpable but she was not too sharp. Timing is essential, Karen told me. As if to prove her point, at just the right moment, she and the mare slipped onto the track like an Olympic diver slipping into a pool. She called over her shoulder and said, “Sarah, turn around.”

I had been so focused on my task that I had not looked up even once until now. When I did look up, I grinned and my eyes glowed. The surrounding scene was breathtaking. The sky was dark and the Santa Anita grandstand sparkled. Palm trees were silhouetted against the lights. Exercise riders softly sang to their horses and the horses purred rhythmically in time with each stride as they cruised around the oval.

I rode Captain to the gap and greeted Cindy, the outrider, and her pony with a hello and a carrot. Cindy and I chatted for a moment as I peered over the rail, watching for Karen and Silver. From halfway across the track, I could see them gliding over the dirt in perfect harmony. The mare powerfully switched leads and navigated the turn, ears still forward and swiveling. Her pilot’s heels were flexed and her skilled hand followed as softly as a Grand Prix rider guiding a horse over a fence. They were a perfect pair. The mare’s neck bowed proudly into the bit as they slowed from a gallop to a jog and met back up with me and the pony. We slipped off the track together. The mare’s veins stood out on her neck and she appeared to be a hand taller than she was before her gallop. She had barely broken a sweat. Her walk had changed- no longer was there anticipation or urgency in her gait. Now she had a proud spring in her step. She was ready for her race.

We walked back through the tunnel, down the path, and back to the barn. Silver accepted a good-luck pat on her nose and returned the favor by playfully nipping at Captain. I gave Captain a pat and a carrot as a token of my appreciation and I dismounted. When I was on horseback, my perspective changed. I was no longer the photographer recording the scene, instead I was a part of the scene. When my joyride was over, I was back to having two feet on the ground and I had work to do.

The rest of the weekend did not disappoint. Breeders’ Cup 2009 is the year of Zenyatta’s Classic triumph and the year when Conduit and Goldikova reaffirmed their dominance on the turf, but I will never forget it as the year I spent a little time in the saddle on an early California morning on the training track.

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20 Comments leave one →
  1. Melissa Wirth permalink
    November 13, 2009 1:15 am

    Wow! How did you get the opportunity to ride one of the exercise ponies?? It sounds so awesome!

  2. Funder permalink
    November 13, 2009 2:08 am

    Ahhh, that was really lyrical! Thanks!

  3. November 13, 2009 7:05 am

    I’m jealous!

    • November 13, 2009 9:24 am

      WOW!!! You must still be smiling!!!! What an opportunity! Thanks for sharing.

  4. November 13, 2009 10:04 am

    Thank you Sarah for stopping by my little blog. Your comment was much appreciated coming from such a visual artist like you are :)

  5. November 13, 2009 10:29 am

    very cool!!!!!!!! i love your photos and stories

    i am getting up for a dog show that early tomorrow morning YAWN!!!

  6. November 13, 2009 12:32 pm

    We who are jealous salute you! Wonderful write-up. I felt as if I were doing it myself. Congratulations, Sarah!

  7. Charles permalink
    November 13, 2009 1:00 pm

    I am glad you went out there. Great story. She is an awesome horse. So many people in CA love her. She is a favorite of many of the race track folks.

  8. November 13, 2009 2:26 pm

    Great story! I’m so jealous and happy for you at the same time ;) To ride on a track is absolutely on my bucket list…

  9. November 13, 2009 5:06 pm

    Beautifully written. I feel like I was right there with you.

  10. anita permalink
    November 13, 2009 6:38 pm

    A broad smile with the hint of tears in my eyes as I read this, friend. I am so thrilled that you got to do this…..you deserve it!

  11. Deb Kral permalink
    November 14, 2009 6:25 pm

    Sarah, you are amazing!

    Missing out on the BC the past two years has been very hard so I have been appreciative of all the photos and color, experiencing the BC vicariously through my photog friends……but what a magical experience you had, thanks so much for sharing your “joy ride”! See you soon at the lovely Big A!

  12. Mara permalink
    November 14, 2009 10:25 pm

    You’re not only a visual expert, but a written word pro too. A lovely write-up that really captured the essence of racing and horse. Thank you for sharing.

  13. Elizabeth Muir permalink
    August 21, 2010 10:57 am

    really enjoyed your story. I studied at a stud farm in the UK and looked after a stallion called My Swallow, many years ago. He was great fun and was not too shameful on the track.
    So may not have been the sire or grand sire of your horse, but you have a good name there! :)
    Ellie

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