I remember it being a cold autumn that year.
We had just finished our last 12-hour shift of the week. I remember being so proud
of the effort the welders had put in to finish before deadline. We had all been working
on the inside of a tarpaulin covering the scaffolding, and it wasn’t until we got out in
the cold autumn air we realised that we were covered in layers of sweat and black dust.
I grabbed my camera and drove to shoot some night shots that evening, before collapsing
in my bed. The next week would be dedicated to freelance journalism and photography.