Babylon again, this time to celebrate a special birthday. Our tired but cheerful hotel is made of concrete, which has been the theme of this year, and our room is in a twisted apex of the ziggurat looking out over St Katherine's Dock, Canary Wharf and the City. The all-surrounding lights of the city were as loud as rock music.
I decided to experiment with a little light-painting. Most of the results went in the bin, but this one looked like graffiti to me and I loved the accidental at signs leaping out like a river of emails. Next time I'll go for hash-tags.
