I was living in Brooklyn, New York at the time when I worked in the federal building in lower Manhattan. On nice days, I rode my bicycle to work which took me across the Brooklyn Bridge.

It was a particulary damp and foggy morning as I peddeled my way up the ramp to the bridge. Visibility was poor. Fog horns blared in the distance. I was struck by a solitary man walking peacefully towards Manhattan and into the fog. He was the only sign of life in my view.

I stopped, pulled out my camera from its case, quickly set the exposure, and snapped. I wanted another shot with a slightly different exposure. I made the adjustments, raised my camera again and framed the shot. Just then, a throng of people emerged out of the fog making their way towards me. By the time they cleared my view, the man had disappeared into the fog.

A one in a million shot? Maybe. Maybe more than a million.

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