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Tag: Tate modern
isolation #9
There are rare and magical moments when in the middle of a busy London gallery, the crowds vanish -just long enough at least to take an empty shot. The architectural geometry of the stairs in Tate Modern really appealed to my eye. For as… Continue Reading “isolation #9”
A slow shutter on a moving world
Chaos is a friend of mine Bob Dylan Just before going to new Zealand in January, I spent the weekend in Central London – my old hunting ground – and once more I was struck by the chaos of the crowds, the melee in… Continue Reading “A slow shutter on a moving world”
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