Some moments find you before you know how to hold them.
I didn’t look through the viewfinder.
I wasn’t thinking about shutter speed, or framing.
I just pressed the shutter because something felt like it was slipping past me — fast, loud, alive.
It was raining, barely. The lights were bleeding.
And New York, for a second, looked like it was remembering itself mid-dream.
I didn’t know what I caught until later.
Everything was a blur — figures crossing, umbrellas folding, neon signs floating on wet pavement.
But something about it stayed.
Maybe because it wasn’t careful. Maybe because it wasn’t mine.
Just a lucky shot.
But also: a real one.
The kind that reminds you the city is always moving —
and sometimes, if you don’t overthink it,
it lets you move with it.
