I took this photo in the midst of winter on an incredibly slow-moving Sunday morning. The city was so sparse that I almost fell into the belief that I was the only one who had managed to make it through the Saturday night alive. I did check this theory by cracking a whistle and lone behold a person appeared. I was equally annoyed, surprised and relieved by this, I don’t think I could survive very well as the only person on earth. If I get bored I get fidgety which leads to mischief which always end up in disaster. I am a twenty-nine year old rascal, which I think is me just being polite.
I found this little spot full of odd reflecting, funky shapes of light. Funky as in very normal looking blocks of squares and rectangles, of oblongs and lines and of what looks like a wavy crack in the building. So, it’s what I find funky. I camped out for a while, biding my time, losing feeling in my fingers and toes, wondering what I maybe missing, if other photos were happening else where, should I be moving on, what if I have wasted a morning here? ‘Answer ME!‘ On and on and on they went but as these thoughts hit their peak, tumbling through my head and out into the empty streets, I spied a sign of life. ‘Finally. It took long enough!’ As they wandered onto the stage, they did their bit, I did mine and from that collaboration this photo happen. I was relieved. Cold and relieved. I walked on happy in the fact that I had won out on that scene. And for all those who are pondering, don’t worry, there were no other photos to be had while I was waiting for this one to unfold, not for me anyway.
In post production I worked on the contrast of the image with the aim of bringing a little more life and intensity to the overall photo. After that was achieved I cropped the image to remove all of the unwanted elements from the outermost parts of the scene. Once that was done it was job done.
All thought and comments are welcome.