I was working on a photograph of these little San Rio figures. I had no special vision for the shot, so it was a total accident that it came together in a way that reminded me of the the stone heads on Easter Island staring out to sea. I set up a diffuse light overhead and snapped a few frames.

In the apartment directly beneath us lived a young couple who weren’t getting along. Another argument had been brewing while I was setting up, and after I’d got my first few shots it reached a climax. She yelled, something heavy hit the wall, and then through her sobs she shouted at him, “What’s wrong is that we both love someone else!”

A tense silence followed and then, in a pitiful, bewildered voice he said, “We do?”

That seemed the end of the drama for now. I put away my stuff and got ready for bed.