Sidi Bou Said, twelve miles north of Tunis, is a whitewashed village featuring blue windows and doors and many tourist shops. I left my tour group for a moment and wandered up the street to an intersection. I saw a bolt of light on the stone street that acted as a pointer. I also heard the repeated thumps of a ball being bounced and kicked and raised my camera just as this boy came into view. He was kicking the ball off his knee, again and again. I made a number of images, but this moment contains the most tension in the negative space between the knee and ball. He throws his arm back, rises on one toe, and propels the ball forward. The setting adds a sense of place and the light on the street points directly at him. It is very much Sidi Bou Said. And it is also a special moment in time. There are no maybes or almosts here. I simply found the exact moment I wanted to preserve.