When I reached up to the upper floor of the White Tower at the Tower of London, this was the view I was facing. Camera in hand – seriously, is there anyone who puts it away when playing tourist? – I took a candid shot.
You might have picked up by now that I adore the light in every form; the way it breaks through the windows here and lights up patches at a various scale gripped me immediately. Still I think it would be a dead photo without the man dressed in black waiting at the very end, in the spotlight of the last window.