‘Shadows and Smoke’ is the third image from my series The Legend of Cade Cross and Ironhide.

Cloaked in black and moving at blistering speed, Cade Cross and Ironhide erupt from the night in a storm of gunfire and dust. Every trace of their arrival is swallowed by darkness.

Outlaws warn of a distant rumble, followed by the glint of silver and the echo of gunfire. Cade Cross doesn’t miss. If you hear the rumble, it’s too late. By the time the smoke merges with shadow, he is already gone. He leaves only the blurred vision of rider and beast dissolving into night.

What lingers is silence, dread, and the knowledge that an omen has passed. A figure born of shadows and smoke, returning to the void from which he came.

Sizes and Editions

74×56.5 (70×52.5 + 2-inch white border)  
Edition to 12

52x40 (48x36 + 2-inch white border)
Edition to 12

39x30 (35x26 + 2-inch white border)
Edition to 12

More Info…

Prints Come With Certificate of Authenticity
Prints Are Signed by Photographer Cale Glendening
Prints Are on Juniper Baryta Archival Rag 
Prints Are Numbered in the Order They Are Received
All Print Sales Final  

*framed examples may not reflect the actual print size

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Getting the shot…

Getting this shot was an adrenaline rush, yet terrifying. I had a clear vision of the shot in my head… the execution, however, turned out to be a bit messier. The plan was for Clyde (the Buffalo) and Wyatt (the Rider) to charge straight toward the camera. I wanted to feel like he was barreling directly at the viewer. I’d set up a bright backlight for him to enter, with front/side strobes that created my “flash zone,” where I’d fire off a few frames once he entered.

The problem? We were shooting in complete darkness. My eyes were blown out from staring into that backlight, so beyond it, I couldn’t see anything. Not Wyatt, not Clyde, and not the end of my life approaching! They were completely invisible to me.

Still, I told myself to wait for him to hit the light. Easy.
I called, “Action,” and instantly heard, “HERE WE COME!”

What followed was a thunderous rumble getting louder and rapidly approaching, and I still couldn’t see them. I instinctively lowered my camera to reorient myself. By the time Clyde entered the light, I’d already missed my chance. And even funnier, apparently, my fight-or-flight kicked in, as I realized I drifted about ten feet from my original mark.

Trying that once was all I needed to confirm the plan was madness and not going to work. I pivoted to this side angle instead… and thank God I did.