I guess a lot of us photographers have this problem: I go out to dinner, I take pictures; I walk through a parking lot, I take pictures—I drive down the street, screech to the curb, then double back . . . to take a picture. Tonight, I was at a book release party in Buffalo's Ninth Ward (owned by Ani DiFranco) and grabbed this iPhone shot of the soundboard as I listened to pioneering author Michael Joyce. As he read beautifully from his new book, Foucault, In Winter, In the Linnaeus Garden, I suppose I might have appeared to be distracted, but looking through a viewfinder actually seems to help me focus—on everything—a little more closely.