One Perfect London Day
November 15th 2007 20:29
Inspired by Photography Tips’ post about Street Photography on this morning’s Popular Orble Posts, I set off, armed with camera and notebook, along Bankside, to explore and see what I could capture.
It was a rare day for late autumn London, a perfect day; windless, dry and cool, with a clear blue cloudless sky. It was a day of sharp, contrasting light, of bright, blinding sunshine and dark, crisp-edged shadows. It was the kind of day you have to seize, savour and store away to remember, later, when winter throws a veil of damp grey over everything.
The tide was out on the Thames and down in the sand at Gabriel’s Pier, two sculptors worked swiftly, creating a work of art for the passers by before the river rose and claimed it.
Down past Blackfriars Bridge, the last tenacious leaves looked as dark as old pennies now against the trees’ pale exposed branches.
An invisible plane traced a travel stripe, like an invading line of chalk on a clean board, across the sky towards the tall dark chimney of the Tate Modern Art Gallery.
In the shadow of the Oxo building a grey-faced a man huddled with his dog under a blanket, a cup with a few coins in front of him, while across the river the dome of St Paul’s Cathedral shone pristine white against the skyline.
The Globe looked like a perfect new plastic model theatre in the sunshine.
The skate park in the recesses of the bridge near Festival Hall, was a blur of grafitti and wheels.
Under Millennium Bridge, the jazz band danced and played and spread the spirit of Christmas.
And on Southbank, the street performers, both the balancer and the guitarist/contortionist, outdid themselves.
I didn't capture the perfect street shot but I'll remember this perfect London day always. Thanks for the tips Katyzz!
It was a rare day for late autumn London, a perfect day; windless, dry and cool, with a clear blue cloudless sky. It was a day of sharp, contrasting light, of bright, blinding sunshine and dark, crisp-edged shadows. It was the kind of day you have to seize, savour and store away to remember, later, when winter throws a veil of damp grey over everything.
Gabriel's Pier
The tide was out on the Thames and down in the sand at Gabriel’s Pier, two sculptors worked swiftly, creating a work of art for the passers by before the river rose and claimed it.
Sand sculpture
Down past Blackfriars Bridge, the last tenacious leaves looked as dark as old pennies now against the trees’ pale exposed branches.
The trees on the banks of the Thames
An invisible plane traced a travel stripe, like an invading line of chalk on a clean board, across the sky towards the tall dark chimney of the Tate Modern Art Gallery.
The Tate Modern Art Gallery
In the shadow of the Oxo building a grey-faced a man huddled with his dog under a blanket, a cup with a few coins in front of him, while across the river the dome of St Paul’s Cathedral shone pristine white against the skyline.
Man and dog near Oxo Building
The Globe looked like a perfect new plastic model theatre in the sunshine.
The Globe Theatre
The skate park in the recesses of the bridge near Festival Hall, was a blur of grafitti and wheels.
Skate Park by Festival Hall
Under Millennium Bridge, the jazz band danced and played and spread the spirit of Christmas.
Buskers under Jubilee Bridge
And on Southbank, the street performers, both the balancer and the guitarist/contortionist, outdid themselves.
A street performer, balancing
Aguitarist/contortionist on Southbank
I didn't capture the perfect street shot but I'll remember this perfect London day always. Thanks for the tips Katyzz!
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