Right Steps & Poui Trees


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It’s All About Waiting: Weekly Photo Challenge – Ambience

This week is about ambience. “What have you photographed with exceptional ambience?”

Airport ambience is all about waiting. Everything geared towards going somewhere. But so much time spent sitting still.p1030149Chairs waiting to be filled.p1030129Chairs waiting to be filled.p1030157Planes waiting. People waiting.p1030202Sitting and waiting to go.p1030159

Click here Weekly Photo Challenge – Ambience to see more of this week’s submissions.


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Sometimes You Just Need To Wander…

Those unscheduled hours are so important. When you have no real plan and wander around letting the path attract you, rather than the destination. It’s debatable whether this is the best approach to one’s entire life journey, but certainly it should fit in somewhere. Undoubtedly while on vacation.

The other evening I wandered around for a while, after a wonderful visit to the Tate Modern to see the very special Georgia O’Keefe exhibition going on there.

I took a few photos of the statue of the Duke of Wellington outside the Royal Exchange…

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…and of the War Memorial.

The City of London has plenty churches! And while passing one, I heard the organist and (small) choir practicing for a service at 6 and decided to attend.IMG_3467

The church was built by Sir Christopher Wren after the Great Fire of London in 1666.

The central altar by Henry Moore was installed in 1987 and was the subject of much controversy at the time.IMG_3475

Such a beautiful ceiling!IMG_3520

I enjoyed the organ music, particularly the postlude, which was Sortie in B flat by Louis Lefébure-Wély. A lively piece! The organist was Joe Sentance. (Here is a link to a YouTube selection of pieces played by André Isoir which has the Sortie in B flat as its first piece, if you are interested.)

I didn’t stay for the reception in the church garden afterwards, but in chatting for a bit with the woman who sat next to me during the service, I discovered that she had known my mother’s godfather & that her family had been friends with his. Small world indeed!

I left, focusing on my destination again, and headed home (my temporary home, that is). And it was still light out, something I am still getting used to…