It’s all about the heartbeat you can feel in the frame. I pause, let the street breathe, and look for that flicker of emotion that the light can sharpen into black and white. When a shadow falls just right on a face, a pause in traffic, or a stray tear on a cheek, that’s the moment. I trust my gut, wait for that instant where silence screams louder than words, and then I lock it down. The contrast isn’t just harsh; it’s the visual echo of what the eye can’t see.