I absolutely adored London. It was big and dirty and scary. It has the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, the Churchill Museum (which I adored), the Brittish Museum (which was unfortunately filled to the brim with school kids). I loved the muffins and juice we got from the little cafe right nextdoor to the hostel we stayed in. I loved the fact that we were right across the road from Shepherds Bush station. I even adored how people got really narky when you didn’t stand to the right on the escalators but didn’t actually say anything to you until they managed to get past and then they’d only grumble and insult you under their breath. I loved being in the shadow of Big Ben. I loved walking through Regents Park even though Allison and I were trying to find London Zoo. I love how English people don’t know how to queue. London is fun.
Last night the manbeast stopped and, while looking over at a few of my photographs, quietly said it was nice to be reminded that one doesn’t need top-notch photographic gear to get a great image. Yeah, that’s a compliment I’ll take. I happen to agree. Some of my favourite shots have been taken on a Pentax ist* DS or the manbeast’s Nikon D70s. Neither are fantastic cameras but they do the job. The above image was taken, if I remember correctly, on Steve’s Nikon D70s. I love this photograph. I love the smog, I love the dirty yellow sunset reflected off the glass, I love the flecks of light on the far-away buildings and the vibrant colours on the bridge. All caught and dealt with beautifully in appalling conditions from within a very dirty pod on the London Eye.