I keep going back to this street photograph I took last April. I think I was originally taking it of the woman in the wheelchair watching the girl writing with the chalk, but when I got home, I was like, “Whoa — check out the dog and the umbrella!” And then as I looked at each little grouping of people, it started to look to me like an opening scene of something, a frozen-frame tableau that then all comes to life. I just kind of keep going back to it . . .