Hastings Park Racecourse was first opened in 1889.
Today it’s know for it’s stunningly beautiful North facing view of the mountains; where fluorescent clad jockeys mount lean racing machines. Starting gates burst with a ringing clang and hoofs pound the dirt to a photo finish.
The regulars that come to the track have become fixtures, in this sub culture of horse racing and gambling.
The are characters unaffected by modernity.
They are authentic and unique.
I spent every weekend, for 2 years, at The Track.
I learned how to bet on the ponies and met some nice people.
I would start early, searching for interesting faces.
Then I would meet my new friends, who were teaching me how to bet. In between races I would shoot portraits against the North facing blue/green wall that surrounded the track (it has since been painted).
Some of the subjects agreed to be photographed right away and others took some time to convince. I was very determined, so I attempted weekly, and eventually got my picture.
In 2004 I showed the work at the Pendulum Gallery in Vancouver.
The series came to life in a colourful display of these wonderful characters.