So far in glorious London we have enjoyed about three days of summer. Today is the fourth. The sun is shining, the children are shrieking outside, my office fan is blowing hot air in circles, the inebriated are out early… and…
Under the bridge.
Day Two of Photography101… the street. Under the Bridge. In the middle of the city, amidst the murky river and the singing train tracks, the air smells of the dusty pages that render the space silent.
Monday Muse. Metal Hunks.
Is it a pre requisite when having the bar of a trolley in your grasp that your mind resort to thoughts of propelling it into the river? I wonder if this pile of discarded metal carts are the remorseful remains…
Day 61.
A pre work riverside gorge… About half way through this monumentally monstrous morning meal I realised this might be the happiest I was to be all day. I was unequivocally correct, and I haven’t eaten since. #100happydays #day61
Day 60.
I was hypothetically whip wielding this morning taking the boy out for a riverside run. Three miles down the water and this provided a pretty picture to compliment his collapsing lungs and my heavy breathing. Oh look there’s my gardener….
