There’s no deeper message, I just liked the image, helped by the random red flower in the background (poppy by proxy?). The memorial is the one in the grounds of St Mark’s Church, Kennington Oval, in London.
Second monochrome moment of the weekend…
Had a meeting down in London today — where it was still, very definitely, summer, despite the fallen leaves.
Following the visit to the Vatican a few weeks back, here I am in another of the world’s great museums. Specfically, the Ancient Egyptian room on the ground floor, home to the Rosetta Stone and various other famous relics. I like this shot simply because of the light. It might be better without the little explanatory squares of text, but what can you do.
As seen in the “Comics: Art and Anarchy” exhibition at the British Library in London this afternoon.
I’d rather the bright red cooler wasn’t there but otherwise I think this is a reasonable summation of this event, which Clare & I stopped off in for breakfast after our night out in London (* not depicted on this blog). The queue for the tea stand was interminable. I like the blossoms too, which up north have faded rather, but in London remain in full flower.
The first act of my Easter break has been spent in London, and the first part of that, in Camden Town, shopping; it does happen, you know. Was keen to get a shot that got beyond the ‘Google Street View’ aesthetic and thus save the blog from deteriorating into the everyday banality that I suspect is never far away.
I observed this guy for a good 20 minutes while having a pint in the pub nearby, he was handing out flyers and holding a placard for a nearby tattoo parlour — like most people make a snap decision to go and have a tattoo. Perhaps for this reason he looked thoroughly fed up with his job, but I do like this one moment, with his eyes closed and earphones in he looks momentarily off in a world that is more his own.
To properly encapsulate today, I should really have included a photo of Brighton, where we spent most of it. But on the walk to London Bridge station in the morning, this spectacular funeral came past, and I just about managed to get the shot off in time. The ‘antique’ effect really benefits it, I think. That’s two hearses already in 2014, however. Also, perhaps surprisingly, in 870 days these are the first horses to feature on the blog.
I have a weekend to catch up on, and a very good weekend it was. Here, in London on Friday night, is where it began — specifically the ‘Princess Louise’ pub on High Holborn, a great old-fashioned Victorian drinking palace with tiles, etched mirrors, little booths and snugs and good beer, what more does one need? (The flare to the bottom right of the image is a bit distracting, but I think I get away with it.)
After the party, the journey home. I do this trip quite a lot. Since they finally removed the scaffolding from around Blackfriars station earlier this year, it really does have a bloody good view, up there with Circular Quay station in Sydney — but with slightly cleaner windows.
Being 42 