St Dunstan's is a little ruined church in the City. It's wonderfully creepy and decrepit.
The problem with doing long exposure photography is that there is a lot of waiting around. While the camera shutter is open, you just have to stand there, not touching the camera for fear of making it shake. I get odd looks - I guess I come off as some sort of pretentious nutter that... Continue Reading →
I love Leadenhall Market in the City, particularly on a Sunday morning, when it's reasonably empty. It's a gorgeous example of Victorian architecture, and has the prettiest Pizza Express in London.
If I'm honest, the canal near Paddington is a bit cruddy. But there's nothing like a sunrise to make everything look pretty.
I am - moody, I mean. It's been January for about a year. It feels like we're living in 30 Days of Night (which, by the way, is a good little film, with Angelica Houston's son as evil vampire leader. What a dude.) Anyway, as is the mood, so shall be the photography. Some long... Continue Reading →
Apparently the thing I like, with the sun's rays through trees, acheieved with a tiny aperture, is called starburst. Who knew? Anyway, these are the last of my photos from my last trip to Richmond Park.
My stock of new photos is now small. I really need to up my game. Here are some deer, looking either splendid or gormless, as is their wont.
Because it's January, and because I am a naturally ill-tempered person, I was irrationally irritated by the cheerful colours and twee set up of Neal's Yard, which is just up the road from Covent Garden.