In London, every day is a red letter day, and the sky is rarely anything but white.
In London, as in most cities, it’s best not to look strangers in the eye.
In London, green pigs fly with tennis rackets for wings.
In London, Queen Victoria is not amused by her new subjects with their uncouth cameras and foreign tongues.
In London, the statues stick their heads in the ground to avoid being identified by the ubiquitous security cameras.
In London, even herons and moorhens get chips with their fish.
Nice! And I recognize those white heads – I photographed them on our walk with RR last year! Hello to the moorhens and our many mutual friends…glad you’re there, Dave.
Yes, and I also photographed the spot where the curve of the highway overpass loops over the curve of the canal, which I recognized from J.’s (or your?) photos as well as Rachel’s. The Grand Union Canal is even more picturesque in the other direction, so expect more about that soon (or check out my Flickr if you’re impatient).
I love these images, Dave. The last one is strangely beautiful, as an image, though there’s dissonance between the visual beauty of the shot and the intellectual awareness that it’s a picture of trash.
Thanks. Yes, I was very pleased with that image, too.
Dave, I’m looking forward to seeing you soon – 4th July, yes? And let me know when else you’re available in your crowded time-table?
Yes, July 4th. See you soon!