On a twilight drive my friend and I stumbled across an intriguing little temple garden – full of statues, lanterns and patterns. I noticed some dramatic leading lines – hanging lanterns and a wooden ornamental marker creating a shadowy triangle.
Engrossed in tripods and cameras we failed to notice that the adornments and statues were actually a part of someones (elaborate) front garden. Just as I was about to set my camera up for another shot a door was sternly thrown open and a concerned looking family appeared, angrily enquiring exactly what we were doing. We apologised profusely – as best we could, luckily able hide behind being foreign and not really understanding.