Of course, scrolling through the camera gallery while sitting on the tube afterwards, the magic is not in every shot - but in every shot there is some learning.
The other night I went to see a friend’s show in Old Street area. Over the last three years, Old Street has served as something of a muse for me - if a muse can be a place. Normally it's something broken and grimy round Old Street way (though, sadly, the area is undergoing a clean up of late), but that evening a red glint in a glass tile attracted me and the camera discovered a dream world inside it.
There is a slice of one of the images I grabbed that night on the 'about' page. And here is another. Wonderfully lurid, this image comes straight from the camera.