London Bright
Late night London, Shadwell, running to wait for a train when I came across the overwhelming brilliance of M. “What do you want to take my photo for?” she asked. “Because you’re beautiful!”… Continue reading
Late night London, Shadwell, running to wait for a train when I came across the overwhelming brilliance of M. “What do you want to take my photo for?” she asked. “Because you’re beautiful!”… Continue reading
I recently returned from the fun and pleasure of a family event in London – the wedding of our son to his beautiful wife. Part of the preparation involved getting together a selection… Continue reading
Originally posted on Monochromia:
Time travelling through London.
“Chasing the light through endless tunnels for an answer to the never-ending question “Where are you from?” Upon reflection, there are times I hardly know where I am, let alone where I am… Continue reading
LONDON CALLING . . . This week I was so excited to be back in London, if only for two days. How to squeeze the most out of such a brief visit when… Continue reading
Photo Indulgence The indulgence of a quiet moment in the sunshine of a London summer Black and white Kodak film Once upon a time, to take a photograph was an indulgence. Film, and… Continue reading
That the sun rises on another day is not only inevitable, sometimes it is a miracle. Ten years ago today the sun dropped from a bright blue New York sky, sinking into an… Continue reading
A wonderful post, Dwellology, written by a New York realtor, caught my eye yesterday. Written from the heart, it exposed pangs in mine as I remembered, whilst trying so hard to forget, the… Continue reading
. . . will soon ring out in celebration of the union of Prince William and his bride, Catherine. It feels almost as though, standing there together, about to take their vows, she… Continue reading
Last week, domestic goddess Nigella Lawson made a magnificent splash in the warm waters of Bondi Beach. Wearing a burkini. Photos of her appeared all over the front pages of the UK dailies and… Continue reading
. . .Sticklepath! Beneath the mists rolling down from the moor we huddle by the gentle fire, the cold damp settling into the skin. Nature’s soothing balm. The night so quiet but for the… Continue reading