A few phrozen photos from my morning’s walk. 9 degrees F, but dead still, clear and bright and quiet. A lovely outing.
Photos from yesterday’s walk (with apologies to @davidquigg).
That dramatic overcontrasted view of the sledding hill? Psychologically, that’s totally what it actually looks like. Worn, dark, dirty, fugly.
Sloane Square, London
These lights were amazing; the blue created a snowlaced canopy, the lights an extra magic: snowy winter, without snow. The photo fails to capture the feathery feel of the whole thing. We saw this as we emerged from the Tube, and it made the whole trip worthwhile.
Good thing. After failing to find the right eatery in a long walk down and then back up King Street, we re-intubated and retreated to the venerable default: Carluccio’s at Leicester Square. Risotto di mare. It’s a good thing.