It was back on June 29th, 2008, a particularly hot and humid summer day in New York City. It was after a short weekend shadowing Ryan Brenizer at a wedding – a sort of mentoring session where I picked his brain and watched him shoot. To know that today, people pay to be at his workshops, I realize how lucky I was to learn from him personally long before. But I digress.
While waiting for a friend at Grand Central Station, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a couple standing out in the midst of the busy station. They were holding each other. Saying words so lovely that typing them would be a disgrace. Longing to be right there, where they were now, in the moment.
It was clear that one of them was leaving on a trip, but I couldn’t tell which, and both looked equally distressed at the thought of time without one another. I knew a last kiss was coming. Even from quite some distance away, its approach was heavy in the air.
I pulled my camera from my bag as quickly as possible, not realizing what I was doing. Steady. Glance. Click. It was instinct, not any sort of plan, that resulted in one of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken.
I’d love to know who this couple are, and I’ve since tried using Twitter and Facebook to find them, but to no avail. I am not giving up though. I truly believe with everyone’s help, I can find them. So please help me. Tweet about it, Facebook post it, anything you can do to help.
The photo might mean nothing to them compared to the memory they share, but they should know how much it means to me.