Park, New York City is my favorite picture I have ever taken.
Though I have a practiced eye for good composition, know how to make a camera bend to my will most of the time and understand lighting et cetera, it was a combination of timing, "luck" and being there - that made it possible.
"Luck is where opportunity meets preparation."
This image has an irreplaceable, unrepeatable, magical
element embedded in it - the little boy running
- he
is what makes it, transforms it from just another pretty picture to something that tells a story as old as time itself yet as young as today;
needing no esoteric, arcane explanation for its irresistible power to instantly transport us back in time - to our own long forgotten days of somersaults, cartwheels and leap frogging - when doing them was simply, well, the obvious
thing to do, wasn't it now?
It is that type of "magic", that speaks to us, that makes
a work
of art worth owning - a must have; due to the
singularity of the feeling it somehow evokes in us - that nothing else equals or yields; that opens up for us a way of looking at the world that moves us and makes us want to experience it, not just once, but time and time again.
That
is the key. That
is what makes a work of art worth owning and cherishing for years - if not a lifetime.
And, now you know!
by Erik Skye