Crispy mornings along the Thames the sleepy Londoners take a slow start from the drunken night before. The town is ours with a few scant tourists and the busy bustler's getting the worm.
St. Paul's Cathedral before we realized there was an "Occupy" movement going on there.
When we got to St. Paul's there was a massive tent city happening.
Regardless of how much I agree with the various occupy protests, a wide array of leeches follow it for many reasons none of them being political idealism.
This B&W photo was shot at the same spot where I shot the color photo of St. Paul's cathedral above. That's me and Deanna standing in the orb.
Sadly they mean ice skate. Lot's of ice skating going down around London.
, spawn of guitarist Johnny Marr
, approached me on Regent Street and stripped his coat off to show me the Transistor Sect shirt he was sporting! Now this is full circle coolness. Says he wears it every show he plays. (He's a rising musician in his own right.
) Respect young man.
Swirly whirly through the city of ages...
This new trend of girls wearing just tights out with no skirt or pants has been great for men I suppose. A new way of being virtually naked in public, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. In one day back home here in Orange County I counted over 7 girls wearing only tights, one was see through, one was ripped in the crotch showing a wide patch of inner thigh flesh, and two were on women whose age and weight gave no indication that wearing nothing but a pair of tights would be a good idea or flattering at all. Only one was appropriate, used as "work out wear" by a girl playing beach volleyball. But you could still see her full underwear underneath. It worked for her though, because her body was fit and slender, the very ideal of what the multitudes in the gym are trying for. Anyway, we took a moment to watch the ice skating rink at the Natural History museum. The setting sun sliced through the cloud cover, slipped between the buildings, and shone a spotlight on the ice. The tights that a group of young girls was wearing proved less opaque than they had hoped. They never are! And Deanna and I could make out the color and patterns on these ice-skating panties circling around.
White with little flower polka dots. Tights are not pants! But keep doing it, we all love it.
LOST! Giant diamond ring. Big Reward. I don't think this was "art."
Each time we come this building (called The Shard
, because it looks like a shard of glass,) gets a bit higher...
Our 20 year wedding anniversary, Trafalgar Square.
Our 20 year wedding anniversary, Piccadilly Circus.
An anniversary treat?
Off we go...
Leaving the UK for the USA.
From cold and grey, to warm and yellow/orange.
Coming into California as the sun we chased finally beat us and was rounding the horizon. From our height we got a delayed sunset, and a strongly shining star to guide us in.
The tin cannisters that hold latent images - since chemically processed. A few resulting frames can be seen in this very post. The B&W images seen here today were once inside one of these parcels of rolled celluloid.
Posted December 6th, 2011 by Good Bye Sapphire Tuesday, The dentist awaits.