From the Archive - Boy Scout, St. Paul, Minnesota (1982) It was exciting to be on one of my first paid commercial gigs, dutifully documenting the sundry festive activities surrounding the 100-year anniversary of the St. Paul Public Library for promotional materials. I had already taken hundreds of carefully composed shots that hopefully conveyed the celebratory nature of the event and, more importantly, pleased the client. But then I turned around and saw this, getting off one shot. When I get a good photograph, one that seems to have its own complete and particular logic, I often don’t know at the time I take it that it’s the “one.” You look so hard but sometimes it’s the photo that finds you. The best ones seem to take themselves.
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From the Archive - Boy Scout, St. Paul, Minnesota (1982)

It was exciting to be on one of my first paid commercial gigs, dutifully documenting the sundry festive activities surrounding the 100-year anniversary of the St. Paul Public Library for promotional materials. I had already taken hundreds of carefully composed shots that hopefully conveyed the celebratory nature of the event and, more importantly, pleased the client.

But then I turned around and saw this, getting off one shot. When I get a good photograph, one that seems to have its own complete and particular logic, I often don’t know at the time I take it that it’s the “one.” You look so hard but sometimes it’s the photo that finds you. The best ones seem to take themselves.