I was walking down this oh-so-typical London suburb street after a great meeting with a Publisher. Long strikes of buildings with heavily “wintered” trees spread around. I stopped somewhere along the street, looking up, realizing the trees are telling a story. I shot the nine following frames, consecutively. For that last one, I tried to envision how I would like it to be, what will make it perfect for me.
I imagined a seagull flying by, in between the trees, and waited. Standing in the middle of the road, testing the British drivers’ patience quite a few times, I got it. One shot. One of nine. Here’s their story.
“They want me to learn
to write as copiously as possible
everything I know how to express
in a single