In the end, there wasn’t much opportunity for photography while I was in London. Most of my time was taken up with meeting friends and a fair bit of eating and drinking, none of which I’m complaining about at all. I did intend to use my first day there – which I had on my own – to do some photography, but on pulling my camera out of my bag once I got there, I saw that it was switched on and the battery was completely flat. Somehow the switch must have moved as I packed it, and the battery had been draining ever since. No matter – I went to see the Georgia O’Keefe exhibition at the Tate Modern instead, and had a wonderful time there.
However, the next day the friend I was meeting was held up for a while, and so I got an hour or so to take some pictures. There’s nowhere like London for visual stimulation and I’d really have liked to be without time pressure – having to keep checking my watch stopped me from switching off and wasn’t ideal for encouraging those creative moments. I tend to fall back on the obvious shots in this kind of situation, and there can’t be anything more obvious to photograph in that area than the London Eye. There are so many pictures of it around that it’s difficult to think of a different way of shooting it but I found a couple of less obvious shots, one of which didn’t involve trees, and this one that did.
It was still early in the morning and there was a slight, and very welcome coolness in the air as I wandered along the South Bank. It was one of those perfect summer mornings that you wish could last the whole day, without the relentless heat and humidity that inevitably develops by lunchtime. In the words of ee cummings there was ‘a true, blue, dream of a sky’ and looking up to the sky through the trees I caught this glimpse of the Eye framed by the branches. For me, it epitomised a summer day in the city.