Having spent four days of passion with New York I felt a certain guilt for my betrayal of London, after all London has been there for years; though it seems my affair with New York meant that on returning to our country's capital I saw the city through a new set of eyes. For example an almost tourist-like appreciation for our trademarks:
The signature Red Telephone Box is as classic as the Little Black Dress.
The Houses of Parliament are beautifully framed by these luxurious trees.
I realised that our old friend London could look just as romantic as Central Park - especially with the glorious lighting effects of the English sun.
Once more I let my joy of approaching an Art Gallery from an interesting perspective blossom in the Tate Britain:
I loved the way the windows worked in this building, and the effect of the checks in the window - although I think the woman was a bit freaked out that I photographed her!
And just like in New York I found that I could get a good cityscape shot...
...at day...
...and night!
So when I revisited London I felt a certain guilt about my whirlwind affair with New York, however, I came to the conclusion that I should enjoy the best of both worlds. I think that my upbringing in the countryside, and my childhood engulfment by the pastoral means that I find it easy to see the beauty in cities, and then revel in it.
