The girl in the light tunnel

Back to London! I mean, not another trip (I can only manage one a year), but back to talking about my outing last month. I was distracted by kittens and wildlife even though I still have more images to post.

Not long after Christmas I stumbled across an advert for something called “Lumiere London” which took place over four nights in the middle of January. It looked amazing, with thirty installations spread over six locations in the capital. The only downsides I could see were the problems getting from one location to another in the relatively short time frame (considering I also had to get home in plenty of time) and the sheer number of visitors. Being small means I don’t do well in crowds and I didn’t relish having to push my way to the front in order to take photographs.

I decided to pick the best from only two or three locations and made arrangements with my husband to cover the animals for the evening. In the end I didn’t go. I don’t recall why, but there were more pressing things to worry about and I hadn’t been entirely confident about using my camera in such low light. I do know it doesn’t appreciate me pushing the ISO and I really didn’t want to be stopped carrying a tripod around London. So I forgot about it, apart from the light tunnel under King’s Cross station. I had seen some photographs on a previous forum and apart from being my favourite installation from the festival, it had one main advantage in that it could also be photographed during the day.

So it had been added to my list of places to visit last month, but had been tagged on near the very end and of course, I was very tired and my legs and feet were already hurting. At least I had reached the station without a problem, but I hadn’t quite appreciated how big it was. My instructions said something about it being one level down and between King’s Cross and St Pancras, but to be honest that covered an enormous area. I walked the entire length of the station and checked out every underpass I could find. Half an hour had passed with no luck. I started looking around the St Pancras end until I was hopelessly lost, but still no sign of the tunnel and another fifteen minutes had gone by. I was on the point of giving it up as a bad job when I turned a corner and there it was, curving away to the left in front of me.

I pulled the camera from my bag, leant against a convenient pillar and fired off a few shots. Mostly pedestrians were heading towards me, but nothing really captured my imagination. Either the people were wrong or the lights had turned to insipid shades of yellow and cyan. I decided to try the other end and within a few minutes I had the image I had been waiting for. One lone traveller against a wall with rich shades of magenta in the foreground. It may have taken nearly an hour, but I felt it was worth it.

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