Fun with light.
And reflections.
A huge thanks, and manly hugs, to Susie for introducing this sight to us.
It’s only fair, since we took her to see this sight (thanks to the suggestion of a passerby on the street) which was a first for her hometown. All of those white specks were the pigeons coming home to roost for the night. I just wasn’t fast enough with my camera, since I was busy setting up for another shot.
But it was a fine sight to see.
Unfortunately, no flatbed Fords.
…London.
Too touristy. Double-decker buses, Big Ben and booths.
Too much of a remake (thanks Shimon).
But fun.
Even in spring, a hot day requires an ice cream cone.
Watching people.
Trafalgar Square, London, England.
They are everywhere.
London, England.
The last of the series.
Horse Guard Headquarters, London, England.
My favorite part of this is the silhouette of the horse reflected in the Guard’s polished shoe.
Another in the series from our visit to the Horse Guards Headquarters in London.
The horses are beautiful and are, for the most part, very well-mannered, although there is a sign posted to be cautious of a nip. But I suspect that it would get tiresome to stand there with a 200+lb guy on your back in the sweltering heat for 20-30 minutes, only to be swarmed by people wanting to get their pictures taken and touch the display.
A nip might be just right.
Since this is a series:
As you’d likely gather by this continuing series, I was quite enamored with the whole Horse Guards Headquarters experience in London.
Why is that? Mainly because I was back in my photographic element, not trying to capture the whole, but by focusing on the details and trying to get those details to evoke the whole.
Truly a zen-like moment for me, even amongst the crowds. And I’ve missed that.
Horse Guards Headquarters, London, England.
Horse Guards Headquarters, London, England.
The second of a set from this very interesting place. The first is here.
The young man is mounted on his steed, while the first was standing sharply at attention. It was a hot, hot day, especially for the UK, with temperatures pushing 30C (86F), especially rough on these men in their woolen ceremonial garb.
I love me some lines…
King’s Cross Railway Station, London, England.
And yes, we did stop at Platform 9 3/4.
There just may be a picture or two of Goddess pushing her trolley there.
After a storied history and tragic destruction by fire five years ago, we were lucky enough to get to London a month after the newly restored Cutty Sark museum was opened.
She is an amazing work of art.
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