The Obvious Answer

I’d be a street photographer. Yes, predictable: a photographer choosing photography. What a plot twist.

I’d go out without a clear route and probably spend far too long beside some ugly wall because something there felt almost right. Most days I’d come home with very little. One decent photograph, perhaps. Sometimes none.

I like that kind of work. The walking, the looking, getting it wrong and going out again. A camera makes me notice the odd little scenes people create without realising it. Without one, I’d probably hurry past.

If the salary were the same, that’s what I’d do. Sore feet included.