Thirty years ago I visited New York for the first time. I was nineteen and felt the city was my future. I came for ten days with a hundred bucks in my pocket, a brick of Tri-X film and wanderlust in the blood.

It was a memorable trip and among many firsts was a visit to the Met Museum, where David Hockney had a beautiful retrospective.

Two years later, I packed a bag and moved to New York.

This week I returned to the Met to see the new Hockney exhibition. And I made this photograph of a sweet old couple, lost together in the experience of art.

Time flies. Carpe diem!