Behind barn doors and the winners circle is a place called the backside. Where dreams and dreamers of the "Big Horse" reside. The backside.
I was hired back in the early Nineties to photograph all that was the frontside: the owners, the fans, the racing. Then early one morning I went to the backside and that is where I have stayed. I used to think this work was just a documentary project on the unseen world of horse racing, but somewhere along the way and over the years I realized it was as much about me as anything. It is one of the few places I can say I have always felt comfortable. I have left from time to time over the years, but I always find my way back, not unlike the gallop boy now in his eighties who walks away and says, "It gets in your blood, I can't stay away."