The only good thing about my fall, I supposed, was that Steve Millace's father had not phothgraphed it
Georege Millace, famous photographer of the horseracing world, was by now safe in his box in the ground
Goodbye to George's camera, which was alway watching the worst moments, catching the arms in the air, the face in the dirt
George had been a wonderful photographer, but he never showed you winning
He only showed the bad moments