But you probably didn’t know it. Yesterday scanning through the Guardian website I came across an article about Paul Muldoon. I paused briefly and thought to myself, “had him in the back of the camera”, as per the above pic.

Paul Muldoon, not exactly a household name, certainly not in this house, but in other houses he is a giant in the world of poetry. But this is what I love about my job, the chance to meet others, learn about them and their lives (even if just a little) and take their picture. So yesterday I read the Guardian article and see that life is treating Paul Muldoon well, he’s the new poetry editor for The New Yorker. He seemed like a nice guy when we met, all be it for a couple of minutes.

I see he has a book of poetry called ‘Horse Latitudes’. I always liked that term, ever since I first came across it whilst on an assignment off the west coast of Africa for Greenpeace, photographing illegal tuna fishing boats. ‘Horse Latitudes‘ refers to the latitudes, between 30 and 35 degrees north and south of Equator, an area which can find incredible calm seas devoid of a whisper of wind. In the ‘days of olde’ ships would occasionally throw horses overboard to lighten their loads, making them easier to move if a whisper of wind should arrive…I always thought that sounded incredible, whether or not it is true. Can you imagine photographing that scene, chucking a horse overboard? Reminds me of a scene in the Japanese horror movie ‘The Ring’ when a horse goes crazy on a ferry and runs and jumps overboard.

Enough horsing around, back to work.