A Sitting

I realized a long time ago that I see the world as a photograph waiting to be taken. I realized this, though I rarely think about it. As I walked through Central Park and the crowds of hundreds, I looked to my right, saw this, and exclaimed in the middle of a crowded street, "What a beautiful photograph!" Sometimes I am ridiculous...I turned right around and made no attempt to hide that I was taking this. I wondered, as I walked away, what brought that little boy to Central Park that day. To sit for an hour while his portrait was drawn.