
With more than just a slight nod to the late Sir Terry Pratchett, I thought I’d bring a splash of colour to what has, so far at least, been a very grey start to the year.

With more than just a slight nod to the late Sir Terry Pratchett, I thought I’d bring a splash of colour to what has, so far at least, been a very grey start to the year.

It makes for some great photos, but I’ve had just about enough of it now…

Apparently, he saw the green man flashing… I’ll get my coat…

Another one of those, taken on my pre-bedtime walk where the lighting on the leaves just caught me.

Enough said…

I don’t think this one actually needs any words.

It’s a bit tall, isn’t it? Looking up at “The Shard” from London Bridge Station.

The holidays, such as they were are over, and I return to work with an early morning flight down to London.

I’m not big on Christmas. As a non-religious person in an increasingly secular society, I’m almost always glad to see the back of it. As a “holiday” it is particularly stressful, and the spiritual significance has all but been lost in an orgy of consumerism.
One thing I do miss, as we move into January, is the lights. After a month of having the streets and homes lit up, the long, dark, dreary days of January can seem especially bleak.
Roll on spring…

Sometimes a scene just grabs your attention. The lighting, the setting just seem to work for no reason you can fathom. This was one of these, taken with just the available street-lighting.