Ah, fog. It was either a river shoot, or the deer. I couldn’t pull myself out of bed in time for the commute to Richmond Park, so Waterloo it was. I also didn’t feel like lugging my full kit around so I brought along just the X100. Typical touristy haunts around the London Eye and Houses of Parliament.
Houses of Parliament
Westminster Bridge
Before I concluded the walkabout, I came across a woman on a bench, having some ice-cream with her kids. I shot from the hip, then stepped a little closer. At first, two of the girls noticed me and gave me an adolescent killer stare but kept their quiet, then the woman looked up. It was clear that I was photographing them, so I smiled, apologised, and did the usual, handing her my card and all. But the woman was just short of irate, suspecting me for a scammer. “No, no, I don’t want it,” she tossed the card back at me. She sounded European, French maybe. Out of all my interactions with strangers, this was the first rejection that I’d come across. Perhaps there were simply too many buskers along the bank.
I can’t decide which I like better. This…
… or this