The tiny wooden door, framed in pockmarked old stone, was incongruously set within a towering wall painted in two different colors and somewhat the worse for wear. It is very representative of Old San Miguel, the perfect backdrop for a street photograph characteristic of the town. All I needed was a human touch, a person who might bring energy and meaning to the scene. I shot several passersby from my position across the street, but the contrasting energy was lacking. Eventually a young man came vaulting up the street in full stride. He saw me aiming my camera and stopped abruptly, courteously waiting for me to take my shot. He had no idea that he was my subject and the wall and door were my context. I waved him on, and with lips pressed together and head down, he walked at full tilt towards the door so he would not interrupt my photography. As he came within a few feet of it, he made my idea work.