Taking photos of a deserted city is almost a tradition for me, and one I had almost not intended to partake in this year, but the temptation proved too alluring.
I actually had a ticket to attend church this morning — for while I love photographing them, attending Church for an actual service is a very rare event for this heathen minded soul. However, arriving in Westminster about 40 minutes before I needed to be in a pew, I thought to wander around and grab a few photos.
Then God waved a godly hand and the rain cloud laden skies cleared, blue azure was visible, which is simply perfect for photography. Evidently God had decided that my secular mind was not welcome within His house.
It’s getting increasingly difficult to take the photos on Xmas morning though — partly as I wasn’t expecting to take any, so arrived later than ideal, but mainly because of the Boris Bikes. When I first started these photos, heading into town was limited to those with two (or four) wheels of their own, so it was essentially utterly empty. Now, lots of people can pop on a bike in the morning and cycle around the empty streets.
Still so quiet and empty that it remains an additively remarkable experience, but the sense of desolation has vanished.
I would still put getting up early and experiencing a nearly totally empty city on Christmas Morning in any “100 things to do before you die” list though.
It also doesn’t help that my elderly camera is really struggling now — and will need to be replaced as soon as I can afford to do so.
Millbank Approaching Parliament
A red bus?
A bizarre sight – a vintage bus full of passengers, presumably on a tour of empty London.
King’s Cross Station frontage
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