Last day of August: the hovering figures outlined against the low, bright light of Summer's end and the eerie glow of tunnels, projected on the pavement, glimpsed through smeared and dusty glass, have a fragile, temporary quality.
2 comments:
Vivien
said...
Very good photos of perhaps the anonymity of big city life - which can be a relief (no constant surveillance from neighbours), but can also be rather worrying!(having to travel miles to see congenial people and to commute, if you live even slightly in the outback). I moved to Oxford from London eleven years ago and Oxford is a mixture of the above. London is always in my heart: it's where I spent my childhood and - well, a few decades afterwards! - but Oxford is much easier to navigate.
2 comments:
Very good photos of perhaps the anonymity of big city life - which can be a relief (no constant surveillance from neighbours), but can also be rather worrying!(having to travel miles to see congenial people and to commute, if you live even slightly in the outback). I moved to Oxford from London eleven years ago and Oxford is a mixture of the above. London is always in my heart: it's where I spent my childhood and - well, a few decades afterwards! - but Oxford is much easier to navigate.
Your dreamy photos always take my breath away. Well done.
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