Most of time I'm in Paris, I seem to find myself on this frantic photo hunt. I try to slow down but somehow I'm always feeling the clock ticking away the days, the hours, the minutes till I must leave again. I haven't been able to overcome that need to get just one more image to carry home with me.
I have been privileged to meet and work with American/Parisien photographer Meredith Mullins. When I first discovered her book In a Paris Moment, I found an interview where she spoke of "the art of the wait", when you sit and take the time for that someone to walk into your photograph that takes it to another level. I think about that wonderful advice so often, and sometimes I think I pull it off, usually by sheer luck. Today, an example of waiting.... until this boy and his poppa made it happen.