It was as if the sun was trying to give me a message, only i couldn't read its writing and all i could see were beautiful abstract shapes... Maybe it was a reminder, my plato's cave, a nudge to say its all an illusion, that all these projections do not cement my reality.
I loved the way the light was going through the building and was projected onto the tarpaulin opposite. I snatched at this shot a bit unfortunately and for this i found the 18mm lens really not wide enough, this explains my slightly odd angle, i would love to have had a totally square on shot.
Now i am working again i am finding it increasingly hard to get good shots, the luxury to meander through the streets of London is a distant memory, its all about rushing to get to work, hurrying to grab lunch and fighting to get home again. I need to reassess how i interact with my day to get some good pictures.
But day 10 down... That's a good thing...