Before the walls go up…
Linked to Symmetry
Weekly Photo Challenge Serenity
Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadowed
only a week late…
Another Ed’s challenge, this time rainbows, so a repost of recent one.
The Shard dominates the south bank between Tower Bridge and Southwark Bridge. Whatever other feelings it may inspire it is also useful if, like me, you like to learn an area by getting thoroughly lost in it, and then need to find your way back.
In it shadows you can find odd moments like this where any number of interpretations of angular shapes collide. This is in the little cut through from the north end of Borough Market to Hays Galleria. The Shard is of course ever present.
Back on the civilised side of the river and looking back at the Mayoral Folly, More London Place, and it.
Some images from Glorious Goodwood. In age order:
A 1938 Mercedes Benz W154
A 1967 Ferrari
The driver’s eye view from a 1970 Tyrell Cosworth
And finally (in the hopes someone buys and bank rolls them) a Caterham F1 car from 2013
I’m amazed by the number of buttons and dials the drivers need to keep track of while hurtling around at eye popping speeds and being subjected to body bending g forces.
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As a North Londoner I am having to make a slight geographical adjustment, the South Bank is not South London. The Sarf, is a barely habitable hinterland populated by barbarians and connected by nonsensically curving roads. Horse and cart country in the space age. The South Bank is a vibrant enclave of architecture and culture, with odd artistic gestures thrown in.
The block in the above serves no purpose. It just is. Perhaps the South Bank does share some characteristics with South London after all.
The mayor’s office is a lopsided little folly, and it is approached by way of this grey amphitheatre.
And then of course, because I was wondering around on the 11th of the 11th I hopped over the bridge to look at some poppies.
Studies on the theme of height and descent. First a short drop at great speed:
Picking up the pace to a quicker descent, although still well controlled:
And then a wanted and unwanted descent, while the red slide is quick and hazardous, I’d prefer it to a fall from the pear tree.
And finally another hat tip to mother nature, a muddy descent and the fallen tree descending back into her embrace.
Only the ducks were taken with my camera, the rest were off my phone. And if the title has left you with a hankering for a sing a long, here are Runrig and the Tartan Army.