It's that time of year again when the city of Louisville collectively loses its goddamn mind. Formally known as the Kentucky Derby, the most expensive two minutes in sports is the culmination of two weeks of chaos, drunken excess, and just generalized bad decision-making.
The title is a quote from one of the hawkers selling t-shirts to those unlucky poor enough to have to walk the last mile or two to Churchill Downs and does a good job of encapsulating the mindset of this town on the first Saturday in May. Made that walk myself today, except my focus was on the people rather than the ponies. Will give that the proper treatment soon, but wanted to edit a quick few while they were nice and fresh.
'Keep Louisville Weird' bumper stickers be damned, this town doesn't need any help with that. Derby just brings it out in spades. Come for the DIY rideshare, stay for the emotional support stuffed animal copilot.
"He's an influencer, take his picture!" And I'm the King of England, nice to meetcha. Now hold still while this slow ass Samyang lens catches up. One of these years I'll actually go to the trouble of getting a press pass and document the Derby from inside, but the street photography extravaganza that is the scene outside the track is more than enough for now. Regretting not shooting it sooner. . .
Had half expected to be the only one there who didn't give a hoot in hell about no horse race, but the street preacher types were out in force, lining the way to the track and berating passersby with megaphones. Still not sure what exactly they were so mad about but they were certainly were, if volume and repetition are any guide.
That's enough Derby for now, took way too many photos in the past couple days, once I work through those there'll be more.
