I took this photograph in St James’s Park, London ten years ago. St James’s Park is somewhere I would sometimes walk through on my way to work fifty years ago. I was young then, in a rush, conscious perhaps of where I was walking to, but not where I was walking through. There were no mobile phones to capture our attention, but there were plenty of other things: thoughts, plans, dreams. As you get older, such things are replaced by memories. For whatever reason, this old photograph of mine seemed to speak to me about such things. That’s what I like about images – they speak to me in a language even my deaf ears can comprehend.
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