On the grass, a flock of crows around some abandoned, unspeakable package and a flock of humans swigging from cans of beer, lolling on coats discarded in the afternoon's surprising warmth. It's a weird warmth, without light, a grey day with darkness closing in at 4 pm. Uneasy. You can see it in the scuttling steps of locals with their dogs and shopping. Only looking upwards at the statue and the rooftops and the last leaves does all seem calm and as it should be.
Temperence & Providence, 1895
I love these. All the soft November melancholy.
ReplyDeleteho Clapham Common, where I used to push little A in his buggy, always asleep by the time we got there!
ReplyDeleteCrows are so many things: sinister, mysterious, comical, darkly elegant.
ReplyDeleteGreat somber pictures.
Black and white was definitely the right choice here. Very atmospheric.
ReplyDeleteThis time of year makes me so tired--I'm not used to the lack of daylight yet. The photos capture that feeling for me.
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