Lawrie Lee

Lawrie Lee spent his days carrying a beat-up Kodak around London’s back alleys and canal bridges, always on the lookout for stray cats or kids kicking cans. He left no name on his prints, just the date scrawled on the back like a diary entry. His photographs feel like someone’s quick glance over their shoulder—quiet, unposed moments in a city that’s always moving. Find his untitled photo of a foggy bridge at dawn; it’s the kind of picture that makes you slow down and look twice.