I was sitting in a light airy canteen overlooking the Thames yesterday having a snack and watching the conversations going on around me. Body language can be fascinating. There were couples slumped in chairs saying nothing, groups of women convulsed by each other’s anecdotes, men on their own reading books or newspapers. There were happy folk and miserable looking folk. And then I spotted the two men deep in conversation. It was intense. Periodically they leaned in towards each other; hands gesticulated. Occasionally they sat back wondering where to take the conversation next. And then the tempo built again. I don’t think it was an argument, but there was an emotionally charged atmosphere clearly on view.
Discreetly I caught an image or two, well out of earshot. I’m not entirely comfortable in situations like this. I feel I am an intruder, that I am visually eavesdropping. But the photographer within me sees an image that I want to capture because it shows real people. And because it raises questions to which we will never know the answers.