A glass monolith at Canary Wharf.
These little fuzz-balls have been wandering about on the Thames Path near my house. Awwwww.
This scene tickled me; it almost looks like the tree is staring down at the woman.
I can’t get over just how stupendously green Epping Forest was when I visited. I guess it’s spring…
I've been writing lots of words lately. Here's a simple picture or two, found by typing random strings of numbers into my Spotlight.
Ha! Comical. This day, I left my fins at a friend's house, so showed up at the break, took a few pictures, then had to drive an hour round trip to come back and surf :-/
So here’s some more pictures from Saturday night/Sunday morning.
I love this bit of Battersea, and to see it in the snowy stillness was beautiful.
Illumination.
I didn’t really think of snow as something that settles on top of, well, pretty much anything. Snow on the ground I can deal with – but snow on horse chestnuts? The strange scene of a tree, bare branches bearing blobs of black and white, was a 5am highlight.
The red in the orange. The classic London red phone booth, bathed in a hazy orange light. The humidity and fine mist of snow and ice that was still falling at 4:30am on Sunday morning gave this scene an eerie quality. It reminded me of the quality of light on a humid summer evening back home, but the snow crunching underfoot and the unusually quiet streets brought home the rare reality. Wandering around London, on fresh snow – it doesn’t happen often, and it’s a welcome change from the bland normal weather.
Broken Head; a good place to chill out on a sunny day and soak up the sea breeze. According to this guy.
