Like a magpie, I was drawn to the shiny things; the ripples of the Huatoki Stream enlivened by the city lights and, despite the lack of tripod, propped and steadied myself against the heavy concrete bridge railing to capture the twinkling and sparkling that had caught my eye.
Initially my eye had concentrated on the patches of streetlit silver, but given that my zoom was my feet; any closer would result in not just them being wet but all of me, my camera and probably a lot more besides; I had to make images with a wider view, knowing that I would crop in during post production.
Several images into editing, experimenting with different crops to find balance in the patches of ripples nothing seemed really to tug at me the way it does when I know I’ve found “the one”. I kept coming back to this vertical wider view. It was the play between the bridge surrounds and the water – unsettling, and the painterly feel. It wasn’t until I started digging deeper into the shadows that I noticed the guy, just sitting there with his head down, a bottle in his hands. I would have seen him here as I was making exposures but was completely unaware such was my “mindset” at the time. On some other level we’d connected.