It is not known what impulses led to this. It's not really the ideal moment, the boy just before or after a catch or drop. But what gets me is the lovely form of the man, his mass, his hunch, his question mark of a pose. And there's an optical illusion with the background so flat in appearance while the man and boy define fore and middle spaces. There's a line from Three Days of the Condor with Faye Dunniway who's character, a photographer, says roughly: It's not the type of picture I would take. But I took it so it has to be me." There is so much at work deeply underneath, just beneath, or even on the surface yet ignored, that influence where we look. Sometimes when looking back at old work, I see why I took it but had forgotten. I love that.