Quarantine, Day 9: I look back at some of the pictures I've taken recently, and it's like watching London slowly empty out.
This, for example, was taken on a weeknight at Piccadilly Circus, during rush hour, a little over two weeks ago. The trains were packed as ever (although I travelled on the Bakerloo Line, which often has a little more space than the others), the platforms busy... and then the ticket hall was like this.
Admittedly, the corner of Frank Pick's artwork is always quieter than the ticket gateline, but normally you'd have to wait for people to pass. Not when I took this. I had all the time in the world to find the spot, align the unfortunately placed pillar how I wanted, and take a few pictures.
It's odd, to think that two, three weeks ago life was still going on as normal, and now we're here: isolated in our houses, working from home where possible (THANK YOU to all the key workers out there. Our words will never be enough.), and waiting for this pandemic to pass. March feels like it went on forever – longer than the 83 days of January – and simultaneously passed in no time at all. What a weird, weird time. #london #piccadilly #frankpick #artwork