The entire day spent photographing around London (two days before I left for South Africa) and I didn’t manage to shoot all on my list. I’d run out of time. Perhaps it’s a sign for me to return, use that return ticket of mine and enjoy the UK’s summer. But only the summer…
At Canary Wharf my friend asked a security guard, one of many security guards spotted strolling around the wharf, about photographing the shopping centre. Apparently, all in the name of terrorism, we needed a permit to take photos inside and outside of the mall. Obtained from the management of the shopping centre, we had to apply online – advised in order to avoid a hefty fine up to £100k, depending if they could prove we were using the shots for promotional purposes. “You have pro equipment and look like pros,” he said. Out in the open, I spotted a security guard standing outside a building I wanted to photograph, and so I asked him if it was okay; as long as I wasn’t going to be filming, and we were not hanging around taking millions of photos. Just as I’d finished setting up and leaned forward to peer through the viewfinder, another security officer with an Irish accent and a dog on a leash approached and enquired what the shoot was for. I mentioned that I’d asked permission from the security guard outside the building, and he appeared most satisfied. He then placed a call in to the ‘big boys’ and notified them of us so we could have free reign without any further disturbances.
The filth in the water at St Katherine Docks surprised me. I’d seen the docks when I’d first arrived in April and I recall it being clean or at least a lot cleaner 9 months ago.
I don’t believe the rest of the images taken of Tower Bridge, Tower of London, The Shard, Trafalgar Square and Piccadilly Circus require any introductions.