Looking through my photographs, it's interesting that, despite my efforts to get all the technical details perfect (perfect framing, level horizon, stopped action), often the ones I like best are those that are imperfect in some way. This photo, for example: my compulsion would be to keep the camera more level, widen the field of view a bit, and avoid the motion blur. Who knows -- if I'd managed all of that, maybe it would have been an even better shot than it is. And yet in spite of its flaws, I really like this shot, perhaps because its imperfections capture something of the spirit of the moment. it's a captured moment in time, a fleeting moment that went by in a blur, a moment so brief I'd have missed it with a blink, a moment that in real life looked just like this photo. And I love the way the ribbon flows backward from the runners toward the upper left corner of the photo.