I couldn’t resist taking this photo. The air was chilly but the sun was out. It was going to be a nice day.
The light. That’s it. The light was my only excuse for grabbing this shot. Plus, the London skyline looked great. The people strolling down the street gave it atmosphere.
I worried. I remember thinking: there’s not enough. It’s a snap. I killed that thinking. Because many of my photos are snaps.
Here’s why. American photographer Lee Friedlander said this:
The idea that the snapshot would be thought of as a cult or movement is very tiresome to me and, I’m sure, confusing to others. It’s a swell word I’ve always liked. It probably came about because it describes a basic fact of photography. In a snap, or small portion of time, all that the camera can consume in breadth and bite and light is rendered in astonishing detail: all the leaves on a tree, as well as the tree itself and all its surroundings.
I mean, yep. Right there, is my whole photographic approach.
I stop worrying. And took the photo.
This image set the tone for many similar shots during the walk.