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Got quite a lot in this particular market, pretty much every time, whether it's the woman behind the stall, the guy with his hand up in the light or this, and a camera allowing it because probably not getting this with the bridge. Covent gardens was a mixture of responses. People smoking amused, the securty guard who looked like a villain in a 90s action film already looking like he'd seen and smelt shit before seeing me and his expression not improving, the guy vaping which i've still not even got to who found it amusing which was good because with the sun down i was all over it, the performer who fit himself through the tennis racket who after he'd finished was stood by a wall and i was taking a shot and he wasn't amused, the guy with his head in hands, the guy who was stood in front of me but who was looking right towards the performer but i was centered on someone behind him by the wall and after i moved was like 'mate, what' or something. I was as confused as him because i couldn't tell if he had an issue with me thinking i was taking a shot of him or the person behind. 'Yeah so i can't get much from this shot but it tipped into 'maybe i should try', their face against the wall if there's some blur, i don't know, they're old, i don't know'.

I get so much satisfaction from the edit but it's never full satisfaction, all i think of is the days i don't go out as though each one would contain abundance rather than more walking around thinking 'how do i get something from this', but then the amount would say there is a lot. I feel contentment with any drawings, but with photography, never, i don't know why.

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Got quite a lot in this particular market, pretty much every time, whether it's the woman behind the stall, the guy with his hand up in the light or this, and a camera allowing it because probably not getting this with the bridge. Covent gardens was a mixture of responses. People smoking amused, the securty guard who looked like a villain in a 90s action film already looking like he'd seen and smelt shit before seeing me and his expression not improving, the guy vaping which i've still not even got to who found it amusing which was good because with the sun down i was all over it, the performer who fit himself through the tennis racket who after he'd finished was stood by a wall and i was taking a shot and he wasn't amused, the guy with his head in hands, the guy who was stood in front of me but who was looking right towards the performer but i was centered on someone behind him by the wall and after i moved was like 'mate, what' or something. I was as confused as him because i couldn't tell if he had an issue with me thinking i was taking a shot of him or the person behind. 'Yeah so i can't get much from this shot but it tipped into 'maybe i should try', their face against the wall if there's some blur, i don't know, they're old, i don't know'.

I get so much satisfaction from the edit but it's never full satisfaction, all i think of is the days i don't go out as though each one would contain abundance rather than more walking around thinking 'how do i get something from this', but then the amount would say there is a lot. I feel contentment with any drawings, but with photography, never, i don't know why.