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Photo by Helen Levitt, New York City circa 1940
I love this photo, and think she would have too. (Would she have said "Genius!"?)
I saw it in the New Yorker today. Lawrence Miller Gallery is having
a show of both Levitt's and Bresson's photographs. The NPR link
has an interview with Levitt who is still alive at 95 and
now photographs mostly farm animals.
NPR Interview with Helen Levitt
How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
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From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
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