What he was asking for was an impossibility.
And why he wanted it… that was worse.
But the wealthy are a different breed. And Leland Stanford was a very wealthy man.
So I pledged my allegiance anyway. I would get him his photo of a horse galloping at full speed. Even if it was just to settle an impulsive bet between the ex-Governor and his playmates.
To be fair, I was happy to have the work. Anything to forget about that unpleasantness up in Calistoga.
And, who knows? Maybe something valuable might come from this little photographic experiment.
Fingers crossed.
The Weekday One Hundred 