I was walking in Paris when I saw a little boy skipping on the other side of the street. I smiled seeing him: Innocent, happy go lucky, carefree on a Sunday afternoon.
A gift in the moment.
As I watched him go down the street I saw the Parisian palette coming to play against the large, no enourmous grey doors as a picture perfect frame. The stage was going to be set in a matter of seconds. To capture the happiness of the little boy's skipping in front of the doors, I had to run faster than he was skipping (not so easy!) and at the same time pull out my camera, and try to hold steady a viewpoint.
The right place at the right time. I love moments like this.