Willie Mays, San Francisco, 1962

The contrast in this 1962 shot is incredible—you can almost feel the dust rising from the field. I’ve got it framed in my study, and the energy of Mays’s follow-through makes the whole room come alive.

The way Mays’s body is frozen mid-swing in this July 1962 shot just captures that raw athletic energy perfectly. The black-and-white grain gives it a timeless, almost gritty feel that makes it look like a piece of history, not just a print. I keep catching myself staring at it.