i’ve been sorting out my lightroom catalogues today… somehow i ended up with three, but no master!
and, in the task of combining them all, i’ve been treated to some nostalgia which is wonderful.
1 // there: xanthe takes me out for a day of doing things she loves – a wonderful farewell gift that includes a superbly refreshing swim in the ladies pond at hampstead heath. july 2013
2 // here: my morning walk.
i have my fair share of “how on earth did i end up in this mess?” kind of days, however yesterday was not one of them.
feeling so very happy about the london sunshine, and having a day off work, i took the underground up to manor house, then wandered through finsbury park to meet up with xanthe (who took me for a lovely lunch at the haberdashery, then a swim in the ladies pond at hampstead heath, and for a lazy afternoon in the hammocks).
all photos iPhone 4s, processed with a vsco film preset[for photo friday]
There is no square mile of earth’s inhabitable surface that is not beautiful in its own way, if we men will only abstain from wilfully destroying that beauty.
– William Morris
Inside everyone is a great shout of joy waiting to be born.
– David Whyte
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we arrange meet on the northbound platform of the victoria line at finsbury park, 9.45 am. it feels like a great rendezvous point for the beginning of an adventure and it’s nice to have xanthe’s company for today’s expedition.
we take the tube to the end of the line and emerge into the cool air wondering which way to turn.
a local map is consulted and we decide upon a cemetery and the surrounding area.
(this plan changes the minute we see a sign for the william morris gallery).
walthamstow surprises us both.
we get back on the train and ride to the other end of the line. it’s past midday and our stomachs are about ready to eat themselves. i’ve heard about a gluten free bakery in the brixton market so we set off to find it. it’s closed, though our lunch at honest burgers more than makes up for the disappointment.
brixton is even more surprising.
the second in a new photographic series – travelling to the ends of each of the london underground lines and documenting what i find.