This photograph isn't telling of a place, nor of my thoughts as to why I snapped the image in the first place, but I hope my photograph relays that there was a thought before the snap. The minute the breeze gusted, and the second it blew his tie and he bowed his head, as if a formal greeting but more to keep his Panama hat on, I mused, "That's Tulsa to a T". Well, Tulsa when it was known as the "Oil Capital of the World" in the 20's or "America's Most Beautiful City" in the 50's. And if the wind didn't billow suddenly, my "T' would've seemed like mockery in Tornado Alley.
I'm not telling you all this to win brownie points. Whether or not it's intentional, I feel like that happens too often when artists explain their work. Rather, I'm trying to detail another thing I love about photography and often debated, luck.