One of the bridges of St. James' Park, right where the lake meets its tributary.
This picture would have been far better with color, where you could see the vibrant colors of the garden behind the napping man...but alas. I had already used all the color film I had brought with me that day.
They are trying to get the ducks to come over and eat their fingers.
Not to cater to stereotypes or anything, but there really are an exorbitant number of pigeons around here.
An omen, surely.
Another picture that would have been far better in color. My impression was that he was photographing some brilliantly red flowers directly in front of him.
Obligatory wistful picture of streetlamp, with backdrop of the Thames River at night.
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