Oh my goodness, it seems so long ago that the sun shone all day in London. I've lost count of the endless grey forbidding days we've had Short of light and long on damp. Photography should work in any conditions, and it does. It's just that human beings and in particular this human-being find the dreary days uninspiring. I hadn't realised how much I've longed to see the sun again. To feel her warmth on my face and see her cast those glorious shadows and shafts of light through the city.
Last weekend was blissfull in its brilliance of sunlight creating form and structure, hiding and revealing. It was still very chilly mind you but the heat from our closest star soaked into my face like a sponge sucking up water. It also meant I had a good time with my little compact camera which doesn't come out much. I had fun with it and enjoyed it despite its short-comings. A little slow to focus and slow to be ready for the next shot but I hardly cared. Fingers crossed for a repeat performance for the next couple of weekends too.
Four in colour from Saturday & four in Black & White from Sunday
Cup The Warmth Flamingo Walk Lowest Tide Welcome To The Sunlight Coffee & Shadows Throwing Stones