South Bank’s Ghosts

London South Bank is rarely empty. People drift between lights, half tourists, half ghosts. This frame captures that uncertainty — the outlines of figures walking up the steps, undefined, dissolving into atmosphere. The architecture and sky barely hold form. You feel motion, distance, and a certain anonymity.

I shot this image in one of those in-between winter evenings when the light fades faster than your eyes adjust. I hadn’t planned the frame; it happened as I climbed the steps toward the river and saw a group of people silhouetted against the low, cloudy sky. I  missed focus entirely. What emerged, however, was a photograph that said more in blur than it would have in sharpness.

It’s a mistake that works because it reflects what the place feels like at that hour: transient, fleeting, perpetually between destinations.