There’s a centaur at Canary Wharf. He stands outside the Jubilee Line entrance on Upper Bank Street, looking through the trees to the water at Wood Wharf, beautiful, damaged, alone.
I made a promise to myself to spend some time really looking at him. On 6th November, just after seven in the morning, as a perfect sunrise spread true gold, I kept that promise. And after I’d looked, and marvelled, I took photos. From 7.33 to 7.38 (inclusive, for my pedant chums) I snapped a run of images on a basic camera.
Maybe it was the light, but I think they capture a little of his desolate and haunting beauty.
Centaurica 