Sunday morning at the end of summer, rakish light bisects the buildings of the south London skyline. I notice the man first, barefoot and brightly lit but on his phone so I hang back pretending to wait for a bus. Then the boy appears, also barefoot, the light making him glow like an angel. Patience; the conversation is animated but it can’t last indefinitely. He’s still talking when he waves and a car pulls up at the side of the road. The conversation ends; obviously he’s been giving directions. I chance an approach to ask if there is time for a portrait, they are happy to oblige but the conversation is brief, as fast as the light falls I shoot a frame and they are gone as if in a getaway car.