FIRST LIGHT: 06.06 SUNRISE: 07.22
It was an odd morning, where I felt out of place, harassed by circumstance. It rained, quieting the birdsong.
The man operating the car park was suspicious of my presence, and set me a deadline to leave. “Next time ask the boss for permission first” he said. There was no contact number on the signs, just warnings as to the cost of parking there without consent.
Cars filled with construction men began to arrive, invading my pictures. They readied themselves for their high rise day ahead by smoking cigarettes, looking nervously at me and then the nearby towers, marching away as first light ended.
