Friday 25 October 2013


I find it hard to pass the Millenium Footbridge without taking photos. While it used to be the architecture of the bridge, its long, lazy leap across the Thames and the shadowy heft of its underside,  now it's more often the people: above me, in movement, outlined, sometimes  poignantly, against the sky.

on the bridge
time stops and distance shrinks
their hands touch


Loren said...

Nice. Like the haiku, too.

Beth said...

Beautiful picture and poem, and I am so glad I can imagine the place because of being there myself.

The Solitary Walker said...

Yes, very pleasing, both the picture and the poem.

Lucy said...

Timeless and poetic, perfect match of image and words, lovely.

Natalie d'Arbeloff said...

Absoloutely marvellous.