I’ve been very slack lately about taking my camera with me to town when I’m working. I came to realise that it was because lugging my camera around with all my work paperwork was making my shoulder ache. To remedy that I dug out my baby DLSR and was determined to find a few minutes between appointments to take some shots.
Scanning the mass of concrete car parks between buildings I was working in, unsurprisingly my eye caught a wonderful oak tree with almost all it’s leaves gone. A sure sign that winter is here even if this unseasonably warm weather is confusing everyone. Said oak tree is immediately behind the parliament building and whilst I was skulking between the park cars a photojournalist came along and stopped me.
At first I thought I was going to get a lecture on the protocols of taking photographs within feet of the Parliament building but no instead he told me a story of how this oak tree was one of the originals planted and saved from removal by journalists who mounted a campaign to save the oak from being cut down when the car park was built. We then chatted about how hard it was to get a decent shot of the tree without a backdrop of hundreds of cars before he walked off to his next assignment.
Who says that journalists are all cynical and unfriendly?