This is one of those photographs where I love and hate at the same time. It was a relatively sunny day and I pointed my camera into the sun. You can just about catch a glimpse of the clouds opening up in the distance. My daft photographer cap was firmly on and I had let the camera decide the exposure. Naturally it exposed for the sun and that meant the initial exposures were pitch black, save for a spot of blue in the sky. Crapola. Anyway, I noted the white guy in a white jacket, and black trousers. Black and white of all things and he was seemingly posing (I say seemingly) for a portrait. He seemed so out of place to the grey environs, and notice how everybody else is in black. I hate photographing monuments or pieces of artwork, architecture because it’s somebody else’s work. I sometimes feel like I am copying somebody else’s genius, or almost borrowing somebody else’s thunder, so I tend to avoid doing so, but in this case it could so nearly have formed part of the narrative for the image. There is another identical pillar structure just outside of the right side of the frame. I won’t say where this picture was taken, since there are clues everywhere in the shot which give away it’s location. You’ll notice the pavement allows cyclists to cycle all the way through to the bridge, I was a little intrigued, since signs are usually prohibitive. No Talking, No Cycling, No Smoking, No Entry, No Pissing. Now, back to the wretched aperture priority mode. The first few exposures had a flood of human traffic flowing into the hollow bits of this structure. I waited for it, thought I nailed it, but it was just too dark to pull detail out from the image. Blasted camera. I’m going manual now that Spring is around the corner.
… in case you missed it, commentary is something I will provide for all my photographs from now on. There’s always a story in every photograph.