My dad is an absolutely fantastic photographer. Unfortunately for him, my siblings and I were often embarrassed by his tendency to whip out the camera to document every single moment. As a result, there are a few too many pictures of us with that “are you seriously taking a picture right now?” smile on our faces. Fortunately for me though, his photography instilled an appreciation for moments that we often take for granted.
Being a New Yorker, I walk by interesting people, bizarre situations and downright remarkable buildings and public art on a regular basis. Because it is a part of where I am, I usually end up just smiling to myself and continuing my walk to wherever I am headed. Tonight as I was walking home from the grocery store, I noticed how brilliant the sunset was over the Hudson. As I continued to walk home I thought to myself, “Dad would take a picture of that,” and so I turned around, pulled out my Power Shot, and snapped a photo with three grocery bags hanging off of my arms. I’m sure that people in my neighborhood were wondering what the hell I was doing — I hope they at least looked and saw the sunset.