While cycling at night down a West London back street I watch a man purposefully emerge out of the darkness of a bridge. He walks down the middle of the road staring ahead into the distance, he is aiming for the centre of a mini roundabout. He mounts the white circle and stopping dead centre kneels down on one knee placing his hands by his sides like a sprinter on the starting blocks. He fixes his gaze on the road ahead and waits. He doesn’t even seem to notice me cycle slowly by him, he is fixed on his target. I will never know what this is or what happened next.
Photographs that didn’t get taken #2