Scooters

I’ve mentioned on several occasions now, I’ve become a compulsive camera-carrier. I still occasionally get caught out; I still don’t carry my camera to work with me most days, and recently we went our after work for a meal and on our walk back we encountered fire jugglers on the beaches of the South Bank. There’s no way my iPhone camera could do that justice.

Quite often, I’ll end up carrying my camera around with me for the entire day, and not take a single photo. That’s okay though; I’d rather that than miss a great shot.  I’m pretty sure I’d feel lost without a few kilos of camera kit over my shoulder nowadays anyway.

On a (reasonably) recent trip to London (to visit The Photographers’ Gallery for inspiration), I had again lugged my camera with me and not experienced any inclination to remove it from my bag. We were just on Regent Street (headed towards Hamley’s, which is, if you’ve not heard of it, one of the greatest toy stores in existence – seriously, look at the size of this Bush Baby:

It’s bigger than my wife. Plus they have model trains, Airfix, tonnes of Lego and sweets too. How can you not love it?) when we saw- wait, I’ve just put a photograph in some parentheses. That’s probably a bit confusing. Let me start that sentence over.

We were making our way along Regent Street when we heard a loud noise, and were passed by a massive convoy of scooters. Quick as a flash (alright, as a photographer I’m pretty sure I can’t use that phrase because I’m more technically aware of how quick that actually is) I whipped out my camera and managed to squeeze off a few shots as they drove past.

I’m a bit disappointed I didn’t manage to get more, but they passed by so very quickly. You do need to be ever ready in London.