What a wonderful moment this was, almost as suspenceful as when the girl is hiding under the bed and the killer walks into the room, his feet at the foot of the bed, the girl trembling, he is about to stoop down and find her but hears a noise, is distracted and walks away. Okay, so that’s a bit of an exageration but when you, as a photographer see that perfect shot slipping away similar horrors overcome you. Bear with me while I tell you just what happened. I was in Pakistan, in the back seat of my car with my mother, the driver talking me to my father’s office after a shoot. We stop at a red light, and a man in his car two lanes across drops his hand out the window. The moment I say his adorned hand I knew this would make a perfect addition to my portfolio of hand shots. I thank God for having my camera at my side, aim and miss it. The car in the next lane moves blocking my shot. When the car finally does move out of the way the man has taken his hand in and is now fiddling with his mustache. To make a long story short, after many failed attempts and curse words muttered under my breath he finally put his hand out the window again, moments before the light turned green and I got my shot. One shot. This shot.