South Bank....Revisited!

I was back on the South Bank on Friday after a day down in Brighton.  Well I say a 'day' it was no more than an hour to trade up my Canon 350D for a Canon 40D with minimal payment thanks to also trading in my lens.

Am LOVING the new camera,  it feels more me and I already feel more confident taking snaps.  Just a bit meatier and snappier.

There is an Eat cafe right along the river which I love going to,  it's one of the only places in the world I can feel comfortable sitting in,  doing nothing,  without feeling like I have to get the hell out.  And surrounded by so much art and design around the South Bank you can't help but feel inspired.  Be it from the Tate Modern,  or the busker out under the bridge.

So as I waited for friends to finish work and join me for a drunken night out I sat,  and people watched. 

And loved it actually,  I was so tired from the whistlestop tour on Brighton that I didn't care if people minded my camera resting on the table,   I watched hundreds of people come and go.  Families,  office workers,  artists (well a painter & decorator) and wondered what they had been up to,  where they had travelled to,  where they were going,  where they had been.

It was a bizarrely deep moment where I sat and thought and occasionally tried a sneaky snap. I guess for want of a better solution to kill 2 hours letting your mind wander isn't the worst thing...

These are by no means good snaps - but I like them - they captured the moment of fleeting people breezing in and out of the frame,  my frame,  my view...  As quick as they arrived they were gone again...

I sat outside near the river for the final 20 minutes of my wait for the masses to finish slogging and saw a man standing near the river.  I snapped him as he seemed out of place,  on edge,  and not really comfortable standing where he was.

I tried to work out what was wrong as he furiously sucked on a cigarette and he was approached by two police officers and taken away.

I don't know what he was being taken in for,  it was probably nothing,  it might of been something.  But whatever it was he didn't look like he wanted to be there.  As I walked back to the front I overheard two South Bank security guards discussing him and heard them say he'd been caught stealing in one of the shops.  Why he was hanging around then I have no idea!

Finally,  wipeout...