A Day in Docklands
A Day in Docklands
a photo essay by ProphecyBlur
It’s a cold frosty morning as the sun rises, starting another day in London’s Docklands.
It’s still early, so I head down onto the banks of the Thames to look around the broken down ruins from a time now past.
I set of towards work, enjoying the diferant architecture arround me as I walk.
So many CCTV camera’s watching my progress. I start to count them as i walk, but lose count somewhere around 50.
I join the ranks of the Unknown Commuters
I remember mornings catching the crowded underground into work.
Later, as I stand by the coffee machine I notice two men across from watering the roof of the Wintergarden.
At lunchtime I take a walk around the old docks, enjoying the fresh air.
Two workers cross the bridge in front of me, stepping perfectly in synch with one and other.
The day becomes night, and office lights make buildings look like giant circuit boards.
It is late as I walk home. The DLR station is quiet, looking like the belly of a space craft.
I cross canals and bridges on my way home.
A plane crosses the night like a shooting star.
I am lucky, i have a warm bed tonight.
Not everyone here is as lucky as me.
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