Why can’t you see what I see?

During my day off in London I walked about as far as I could, and saw as much as time would allow, and while walking and looking my camera never left my hand. I didn’t take as many photos as I could have, but I was busy soaking up everything myself, and wanting to see as much as possible I didn’t want to spend too much time trying to capture what I saw in a few megabytes. But there were a few details that looked as good on screen as in real life. And those details I had to try and capture.

I stopped to take this photo. I was fascinated with the shining black over the rustic bricks, the angles and the straight lines. I shot a few photos, trying to get the light as I wanted it (I rarely edit my photos). While standing in front of this scene, a man came over and stood next to me. He glanced up at the roof, tilted his head before he looked at me with a quizzical expression. He looked up again, back at me with my camera, back up, shook his head and took off. I guess he failed to see what I saw…

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10 thoughts on “Why can’t you see what I see?

  1. This is great Anne, I too like the contrast of the shiny paint vs the old bricks. And I LOVE your description of the passerby. Too funny!!!
    Some folks look…but they don’t really see!

  2. I feel the same way a number of time. I spend 30 minutes trying to capture the oild rustic pot hanging on my mother’s fence when I visit her in Thailand… and she was like what the heck was I doing!

    • I know the feeling! I was a little amazed at this man who took the time to stop and have a look, too bad he didn’t see anything..

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