February 2, 2020:

Well, I got the shot.

In the Super-8 I'm gawky, all height and bones and angles, like a mantis. And hair, to hide behind, symbol and artifact of major depression.

Still I trot across the lunch court, position myself as any good stringer would do in the exact position to prevent other students getting in the frame. Snap: got it. Just two or three, because I timed it perfectly as it happened, and because I had to manually wind the film advance on what even then was a pretty old-school Mamiya 500. Where the whole art of the thing was to be in the right place to click the shutter release at exactly the right exposure with exactly the right focus at exactly the right instant.