fascinators and fascinations at the Devon Grand Prix (final photographs)

Grand Prix night at the Devon Horse Show. The hats and fascinators are out in force. The speed demons get the sand to churn. The reverend waits to sing the national anthem, and the bugler checks the time. The horses fly. The crowd is electrified.

Leaving, I see a Radnor High School friend. "Are you ready for next week?" he asks me.

"Yes," I said, with rare confidence. "I am."