Apart from being the capital of one of the coolest countries in the world, Stockholm has a great skyline. This is, if my investigations are correct, the resting place of various kings. It also has enough consonants to make the Welsh jealous.
Paris in December is much like London in December, only colder and greyer. This was my thought as I stumbled around the roads (I’d say streets, but it just seemed like one giant car-filled road), partially frozen because I’d absolutely mis-judged the weather.
What follows will be a black and white montage. I didn’t have to use any software to make the images black and white, it was really just that grey. Saying that, because I like to contradict myself, this is the Roue de Paris, which had some colour.
I’m off to buy gloves.
The Primrose Hill Christmas fair had the usual assortment of food stalls, music, and weirdly small dogs. The sun was low against the hill, and I was trying to get these two in silhouette, but the woman turned and caught me mid-snap. Luckily this turned out to be a lot better than what I had intended.
There’s that moment in an Autumn day when the sun is low but intensely bright. For a brief few minutes it lights everything with a lovely orange glow and as you stumble headlong towards it you are reminded, a little, of summer. Then it drops behind the tree line, all the saturation disappears, and you realise that it’s nearly winter and you’d better get home before it’s dark as the canal is a bit creepy then.
I spent far too long taking pictures of this tree so it did become dark, and the canal is creepy. In the background are people playing football. They didn’t seem to care about the sun, the canal, or this tree. A few of them may have wondered about the odd guy lurking behind a tree with a camera, however.