In the first years of shooting more professionally I found that observation is preliminary to a good photo. Just sitting there, watching the crafty rugged hands of a man who’s been blowing bubbles this size for a while. Smelling the air, feeling the firmness of the bench I was sitting on. Listening to the leaves whisper beneath the chaotic human chatter. Feeling the light fracture on the thin soapy water. Simple. Colorful. Beautiful. Poof. (Manhattan, 2015)