Capuchino, legendary Paso Fino

On Friday, January 23, 2009 the Paso Fino horse world mourned the passing of the legendary stallion Capuchino.

I was fortunate to have photographed this great chestnut horse over a time period from early 1984 to the fall of 2006.

Like many equine photographers starting out in the business, I had grand visions of photographing horses running in green pastures. As I came to learn, this was rarely the case. Most clients wanted photographs of their horses posed or ridden in order to show off their great qualities back in the 1980’s.

Arabian horses used to dominate the horse world in the Miami/Homestead, Florida area until the market went “south” in the mid to late 1980’s. A new breed of horse came on the scene ,the Paso Fino horse of Colombia. I found my calling too. It began with a horse name Plebeyo, a stately gray stallion that I photographed in Homestead in November 1983. Then in early 1984 came an assignment to photograph a group of young Paso Finos recently imported from Colombia in Homestead. Their names were Castellano, Castanuela,India Catalina, Ministro and Capuchino.

Maybe it was the name. But the awkward ,lanky colt with a head that looked to big for his body , was destined for greatness. He did not look like the other Pasos and maybe for that reason I felt he was special in spite of his appearance . And he was, when later that year he won the Classic Fino Championship at the Grand National Show and three years more in a row to boot. He was the horse with the lightning feet. Capuchino danced down the fino board and captured our hearts.At the 1986 National Show in Kansas City I was photographing in the ring during his class and will never forget the crowd going wild, cheering, clapping and some crying as this noble horse went down the board. When ever he appeared at a show it was never a question as to who would win first in fino competition, but which horse would place second.

Capuchino came and went from our lives and on rare occasions I photographed him, usually a portrait, sometimes under saddle. He came back into our lives at the 1992 Grand National Show in Ft. Worth, Texas an older heavier stallion being sent out to compete against much younger and quicker colts. Some were his sons. He did not win that day in Texas, but in our hearts he was still the “One” the champion. Capuchino left the ring for the last time and our country too.

He returned in 1994 and once again I had the opportunity to photograph him in his retirement. Through the years Capuchino has had different owners that loved him along with  many admirers here in the U.S. and 0184_Capuchino Colombia.But, Cappy (as his fans referred to him) loved his long time caretaker and friend Jairo. I will always remember Jairo bringing the horse out of his stall at the 1992 National show, standing him in the aisle way,with no halter or tie, while  grooming him so I could do photographs . It was chaos in the barn area, but Cappy kept his eye on Jairo and never moved. This is just one of the many stories to be told about Cappy ,Jairo and their bond.

Capuchino went though a great deal in his lifetime;shows;countless plane trips;stays in quarantine entering and leaving countries and exhibitions. He has over one thousand offspring to his credit , so his legacy will go on. But, there will never be another quite like him and the passion he inspired in the Paso Fino World.

And so, dear Capuchino you have left us for the last time. We hope you are running in green pastures , or perhaps by the sea somewhere ………………….across the bridge of time.

Click here to view a photographic tribute to Capuchino

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The road more or less taken

After close to thirty years as a photographer, my files are overflowing. The old negative files consume an entire closet.  Last week I decided to start sorting this fortress of boxes and an old file cabinet of black and white prints that went back to the early days of my career. Opening the drawer of black and white prints was a walk down the road more or less taken. More, because I saw how far I’d come with my chosen path of equine  photography and less, for missed side roads. Were they missed side roads, or roads with dead ends? I’ll never know. But, they brought to mind interesting people and places.

Sometime around 1980, a couple of photographer friends invited me along on an excursion to Miami. We were photography students at the Art Institute of  Fort Lauderdale and eager to find great subjects .  The focus of this trip was to see and photograph a famous nun. I had not  heard  of the nun, but the other two students were very enthused, so off we went to Miami.  I recall being  struck by the nun’s small stature  and the aura of spirituality surrounding her.  I tried  hard to depict the spirituality of this remarkable woman, but being the nun was encircled by so many admirers it was difficult. The nun was Mother Teresa. Years later, when Mother Teresa won the Noble Peace Prize I thought about the day we met her and wished to have had the foresight to have taken more photographs. But starting out as a photographer one often felt intrusive in situations involving people, so you quietly stepped off the road after going a short distance.

I saw other roads not taken in the stack of old photographs and some that were put aside.   Now there is more time for the roads less taken as I use the knowledge gained from the road more or less taken.

Mother Theresa