I nearly don’t go. It’s still dark. I could turn over and go back to sleep.
I leave the house with my gear and a flask of hot coffee.
When I arrive, a pink line splits the sky. I set up the tripod, squat on my little folding stool, take a shot.
Every five minutes for three hours I take another. Always of the same spot.
The first ones have no people. As time passes, that changes. Ones and twos at first; then scores; hundreds. An army marching to battle.
Suddenly they’ve gone. It’s just me, the bridge, the day.
Thanks to Julia for this challenge
Oh the things you would see! Have you actually done this?
I have thought about it, but I like my bed too much. 🙂
Lovely Isobel but show us the shot? 🙂
This was an imagined exercise Jan. Will this compensate? https://isobelandcat.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/commuters/
That must have been a fascinating exercise, Isobel. Are you going to post some photos?
No I haven’t done it Lyn. Though I have thought about it when I have been on the bridge at different times of day and watched hoards of commuters crossing either going into the City in the morning, or heading to the mainline station to go home; equally in the middle of the day the traffic changes to tourists taking photos of Tower Bridge.
I realise you and others think I have done this, but it is my response to julia’s falsh fiction challenge. all in my imagination I’m afraid!
LOL! Still an enjoyable post! I am pretty sure we will be seeing some of your great “about London” pictures, MasterB, or some lovely flowers! I had no idea… must go back and read your tags… 🙂
That will teach me to click links or read after 8am when fully awake!
This may make you feel better https://isobelandcat.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/commuters/
Great writing; the best hours are often too early or too late!
This entry sounds true. Way to go! ❤
This would be beauty in the making! Documenting as the world awakens. Great visual through your writing.