[I can still glimpse in my mind those half a dozen workers in their brightly colored outfits, composed like musical notes on the skeleton frame of an outdoor highway sign, as I whizzed by on a highway too crowded to pull over. Or the building on fire in Brooklyn at dusk, the flames shooting high into the sky, with the Manhattan skyline in the background. Or an interior of an old woman’s home in Cuba, enormous and decayed, with a child’s swimming pool set in the middle of the grand salon. Much in the same way that a love affair gone awry continues to revolve over and over in the mind, the lingering pangs of regret over these might-have-been pictures still troubles me. Perhaps there is no antidote, except to be ever prepared to grab the forelocks of swift footed Kairos, while bearing in mind the advice of Henry James: “Try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost!”] - Andrew Moore
Andrew Moore, Fog, Long Island City
I really like the new project “The Photographs Not Taken,” a group of essays compiled by Will Steacy from notable photographers (Alec Soth, Rachael Dunville, Todd Hido) about the moments they were unable to capture on film.