Being at West World pre-dawn was necessary, 1) so I could be there to have the shippers position the Wells Fargo stage coach in the right spot, at the right angle for the morning and midday sun, and 2) so we could drive our own equipment in — even the tables that you can only see a glimpse of behind the front of the vehicle came in inside Vanford (my Honda Odyssey).
We were happy to have a high percentage of the foot traffic through our area stop to meet us and pose with or inside the famous Wells Fargo stage coach.
I don’t always work behind a tripod, but when I do I enjoy the freedom it gives me to connect more directly with the subjects of the photographs. (And thanks to my assistant Jez for thinking of and rigging up the umbrella!)
I look with admiration and appreciation at my amazing team: the fetching Lisa, my wonderful wife; and Jez the Cyber-Cowboy. Thanks also to the vivacious Caralie behind the iPhone camera and its supercool OWLE Bubo.
As the afternoon arrived, I believe I was asked how may more hours I planned to continue, assuming our supplies held out. From the looks of me, I’d say I was overestimating by a factor of about 5, the number of additional hours I’d be able to hold out, given our starting much earlier than scheduled.
In all, we were able to serve visitors and make new friends well past our scheduled end time. But when I noticed my shoes the next day, I saw evidence that reminded me just how much I had been on my feet the day before. I could see exactly where my jeans fell upon my shoes while standing, and how there was no dust on the areas of the shoes that would have been uncovered by sitting down in our dusty spot near Arena 3. I laughed as I saw the outline.
I saw also that as I lined up this quick photo, I could use the reflection on the floor behind the shoes to symbolize the fiery feeling that my feet knew all too well from our long but enjoyable day with the horses, those who appreciate them, and the great Wells Fargo Advisors team in Scottsdale.