Right, we know the drill.
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It is evening. The summer sun is beginning to dip below the horizon. I hold my camera lightly as I walk along the streets near Paddington. A bridge suspended above the rail tracks, lined with ageing panels. Streaks of rust and cracked paint. Look through viewfinder, set to f/5.6, 1/45s, ISO-800.
Pause, compose, breathe… click!
I take the picture and continue on my journey.
A few months pass. It is late afternoon. The sky is overcast and the chill of the autumn breeze cuts through my coat. I enter the Tate Modern. The elevators glide effortlessly to the fourth floor. Sculpted pieces, hanging paintings, grainy photographs, blaring audio recordings and flickering video streams – I admire the art in the enclosed spaces.
Look, pause, breathe, reflect.
I see a new way of seeing a scene.
A few hours later, I sit at my desk. It is past my bedtime. The selected image fills the LCD monitor. How does one capture beauty in service and silent decay?
Crop. Edit. Tweak. Save.
I search online for a suitable caption.
The words of a poem might work here.
Upload. Tag. Share.