Grime on the white wall of a subway (underpass) that has had drawings etched in it.
I continue searching for the right picture to embody, rather than merely illustrate, Pound’s famous haiku.
After the photographer’s studio, I went to meet a colleague of mine from work at a pub in the City. I arrived early for that too and wandered the Square Mile briefly.
Grabbed this shot without nailing focus. He looks a tad unsure and she looks rather stern.
In the photographer’s studio, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to photograph these yellow roses on a yellow table.
While we waited to go into the studio, I couldn’t help but notice the stunning reflective sunglasses of my classmate, who kindly agreed to be photographed. My camera, reflected separately in each lens, came out looking like I was focusing a particularly large pair of binoculars on her.