Limited primarily by how close I can get to the subject, it just made sense to step back and take the shot from an ideal distance. I made it to three feet approximately. Zac, however, at times decided to shorten and lengthen that distance as he pleased. It was challenging. Here, though, I was able to capture him at the right moment (catch lights in the eyes). The original photo turned out alright compositionally, but left room for improvement. So, — I cropped it! As much as I dislike the task, ultimately, under the circumstance, it was indispensable. Further, cropping taught me how to see selectively the next time I compose a shot. Huh, there is that word: compose. Brrr.