On my street, en route to the local London park, there are two railway arches with a small gap between them.

I noticed a momentary shaft of sunlight slicing through the grim darkness of the under-bridges.

Each sunny lock-down day I popped out for 15 minutes to photograph the very few people who passed through the fleeting sunbeam heading to, or from their daily exercise allowance.

I became intrigued by documenting a slice of transient time within this slice of historical time.