Framing the Fog: A Moment on a London Photo Walk

Took this one a while back on a quiet photo walk through the city, armed with my Fujifilm X-T3 and the ever-reliable 23mm f/1.4. I remember turning a corner and just standing still for a beat. The way the buildings lined up, almost like they were parting just to let The Shard rise through the fog — felt deliberate, like the city was letting me in on a secret.

There’s something about fog that transforms London. It hides half the skyline but somehow reveals more character. Whole structures vanish into the mist, and what’s left behind feels more cinematic than real. That morning, the streets were calm but full of small stories. People passing through, unaware of the light, the angles, the silence between the sounds.

Photo walks like this remind me why I keep coming back to the same streets. London is never the same city twice. The buildings shift with the light, the fog, the mood. And the faces? They’re always different. Always interesting. It’s that unpredictability that keeps me moving, camera in hand.