There is this electricity pole in Brixton. I passed next to it every day last June, on the way back to the flat of a friend where I was staying. Looking up, to the wires and the clouds, the houses of the street disappeared and it was like this was somewhere in the country side, not in London.
Large photos taken with iPhone6 are decorating the walls of the London tube. I liked this one with 3 kids on a frozen lake. It reminded me of Finland.
I landed at Heathrow early morning and as usual took the Heathrow Express to Paddington. I always have liked the perspective, lines and curves of the Heathrow station.
I was on the escalator on teh way down to the Northern Line. A young couple was hugging just above me. Nice.
Waiting for the next train southbound. On the way to a friend house for the weekend. Maybe thinking about the evening and whom she is going to meet.
Stockwell tube station. Interchange to get to Brixton. Trains pass through southbound as well as northbound. If you avoid the rush hour you can pause in a corridor, wait for a train to pass by, and to capture its blurry motion.
The end of June in London was incredibly hot. For the week I was there the sky was blue most of the time. No clouds in sight and very low humidity. Every morning I walked through Brockwell Park to get to Herne Hill railway station and catch the train to Blackfriars Bridge. I was walking through early, at around 7 or 7:30. The colours were crisp. The greens very green. The blue of the sky very blue. […]
It is nice to walk from one station to the other. Look at the tunnels that connects different underground lines. Low down to the floor level and seek a different point of view.
Exit to the platform and watch the people waiting for the next train. Most of them look into their smartphones. Many listen to music from their earplugs. Not many talk to eachother. All think about the time left to the next train. Just 1 minute in this case.