You know how sometimes you come up with this type of a picture: there’s really nothing what-so-ever special about it. It is a normal recording of an ordinary moment in time. But yet there’s something special about the photo, something you can’t really put your finger on.
Maybe one of my greatest shortcomings in photography (and I have a couple) is that I don’t know how to “read” photos. Yes, I admit I’m one of these people who are drawn (or not) to a photograph but cannot say anything intelligent about it.
Ben Lifson told me once:”…you’re good, this much I know. I’m pretty sure you know it too, but I’m not sure you know why, or just how good your work looks to others or what makes it strong, gives it a sense of promise, to say nothing of the energy, force and freshness…” (yes, wow! And no, he was right, I have no idea)
So this is one of these photos. I don’t know why I like it. Maybe I just had a good day.
Adams Morgan, Washington DC 2007