This is Vagabond, He is rather young, he’s actually very young. And much like little humans, he seems to find the whole idea of having his picture taken rather odd, and just slightly boring.
But he is a beautiful big boy so of course he needs to be photographed!
You can also see the weather wasn’t ideal on this day, but it would seem that this venue, sunshine and I just aren’t meant to be. The last shoot I did here was ridiculously windy and just as overcast. But, that wasn’t about to stop me, especially considering Kate and I had been planning this shoot from the very beginning of the year and my Durban trip was planed largely around when she would also be in Durban, back from the UK.
We started the shoot right by the stables in the hope that he would be more relaxed and ease into having photos taken of him. When he didn’t appear to be too bothered about having a camera pointed in his face we decided to bring out the carrots, cause of course who can say no to food! Well, apparently Vagabond can.
I have grown up with horses and never come across a horse who isn’t interested in the sound of a carrot packet or the sound of a carrot breaking, In fact our first horse was so obsessed with carrots it was crazy. He learnt that my dad was the carrot man and when ever he saw my dad he would just head straight for him – sometimes even when we were trying to compete and mid way through a show jumping round! My dad has since been renamed ‘The Carrot Man’!
Kate was an absolute gem through out this shoot and we just kept her posed and when ever Vagabond
paid attention, to us or anything else remotely close to us, we were able to take a decent shot. When ever Vagabond got bored we would just walk him around a bit or turn him in a circle and start again.
When he started to get bored he would generally just throw a leg in the air, stamp a foot or try just walk away from us and our crazy activities. After a while though he discovered that we were still just going to carry on with our activity that seemed so boring to him and he started demanding some kisses.
When that didn’t work he seemed to think it was time for some slightly more drastic measures.
It was then decided maybe we need to get him back into a happy bubble and he was rather relived to be set free in a paddock and allowed to run around – or more like chased to run around until he was ready to go back to having his picture taken.