I'm sorry to do this — to talk about polo on Sachuest Beach again — but there is/was still more. Saturday was so cool that we went back on Sunday for more. More of the same. Except it's never the same: not the conditions, not the colors, not the company. It was even cooler (more cool??) — and windier (more windy??) — the second time around, and I felt so lucky to be there, despite having really cold hands ...
And, unfortunately, on top of forgetting my mittens (hence the cold hands), I forgot that horseshoes are bad luck in the upside-down position ... because all the good luck spills out (right??). So, even after all this/that loveliness and excitement, even though I walked around the most pristine hoof print I could find to shoot it from the upright perspective — after I'd shot it from the downwrong perspective — I'm afraid the damage was done, the luck had spilled, the die was cast ...
Please excuse down-to-Earth image — let's just call it extreme bad luck (and the luckee car was not to blame).
