Sometimes it’s the detail that tells the story. It’s cold, there’s a frost but the sun is up, it’s winter, but bright, November probably. All this from one photograph.
Taken through the window of the office block where I was photographing that morning, almost as Conan Doyle might have imagined it, although this was taken in 2013. Thinking whimsically, Tower Bridge opened in 1894, and Conan Doyle had killed Holmes off before the bridge formally opened, but I like to think that returning to London after his ‘death’ at the hands of Moriarty at the Reichenbach Falls, Holmes might have become a regular user of the Tower Bridge.