The Last Jump

When the brown horse with the blue jockey hit the top part of the last jump, splintering the log into two pieces and sending them flying, you could tell everone’s heart skipped a beat. The same thing had happened to a horse last year, breaking its leg and causing it to hobble over to the fence until the horse ambulance arrived. Little did we know that “horse ambulance” is a bit of a misnomer, and its purpose was evidently quite unlike that of a human ambulance. Suffice it to say things did not end well for the injured equine. Fortunately this horse fared better, and seemed to trot off unharmed, but for this 1/1000 of a second you can see the look in the horse and jockey’s faces as they realize something has gone wrong.


Directly south of the bridge to Theodore Roosevelt Island, the Mount Vernon Trail becomes an elevated wooden walkway through a stretch of marshland along the Potomac. It’s one of my favorite parts of the trail. Biking over the wooden slats at high speed feels really awesome, and although I should probably be taking care not to run over slower moving pedestrians, my eyes always drift to the side and fixate on this part of the bridges overhead. A few weeks ago I finally climbed over the railing and jumped off the platform to get a shot of this overlooked urban feature. The colors in this scene were pretty bland, so I thought converting the image to black and white would more effectively highlight the lines, shapes, and textures of the bridges.