I remind myself constantly to spend more time with my cameras early morning and late evening, particularly at the so-called golden hour. Time after time, despite my sage self advice, I find myself on the way out to a restaurant or an evening meeting without camera. Recently, we have had some wonderful sunsets in West London. Sure, it isn’t Santorini or Mykonos, but there have been some incredible skies and tranquil landscapes to be seen along the River Thames as the day’s activities come to an end.
Friday night was one such occasion. The lighting was perfect, the skies golden and the river an unusually tranquil and reflective surface. The myriad cranes on building sites, always an annoyance, almost looked as though they ought to be there. So I reached for my Leica M. Only it wasn’t there. Instead, out came the iPhone 5S that is always in my trouser pocket. It proves indeed that the best camera is the one that fits in your pocket.
