Yours truly and Miss Lulu (and some horses). Photo by Sarah.
We don't go to the track nearly enough. It's a fine place to be: the horses, the wide open grounds, sunshine, betting a few bucks, the people-watching. Yeah, especially the people-watching. It's officially "all walks of life": the country gentry in their cowboy boots and two-hundred dollar jeans, the urbanites breaking out their fancy hats for an afternoon, the hardcore betters with their cigarettes and crumpled tickets, the jockeys, the horse handlers... Fascinating.