[ . . . ] the picture comes to her by chance; she’s on her way back to her room, camera in tow, when she stumbles across david in the inner courtyard, the sun filtering down through the glass atrium to paint him in light -- and she just raises the camera and snaps the shot on instinct, and it's almost too late because just as the shutter closes he pushes off the wall and starts across the courtyard ( presumably to greet her mother ) and she chases him with the lens, snapping only a few more shots before he disappears. later, scrolling through the photos, she finds they’re all blurred -- some at the edges, some altogether -- and the only one that captures the moment ( captures david the way she saw him, framed in light and at rare ease ) was the first.
it becomes her favorite immediately, and remains that way for years to come.