The Market

It is often said “All roads lead to Rome”
A good number of years ago we followed one of those many roads and got to Rome.
We traveled with my Board members so it could hardly be described as “Budget trip”.
From our Hotel Ponte Sisto we began to explore that ancient City. One of our walks took us to a Market close to the hotel. It was a busy place filled with people, both locals and tourists. I especially noticed this elderly Lady making her way with her modest purchases and wondered what she was going home to. Perhaps some shared room or maybe one of her favourite places for sleeping rough?
It is perhaps strange, but when I travel I become more aware of the people around me and begin to think about their background. Each of them on their own journey beginning as an innocent baby and finishing, who knows where and when? A journey filled with happy and sad moments. With success and failure?
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Twosome

Until now the Danish winter has been relatively mild. Very little snow and some mornings with a white covering of frost covering the countryside. A few days ago was such a morning and we decided to go to the forest. By the time we had breakfasted and got ourselves ready, the frost on the trees had largely disappeared and only the undergrowth and the short grasses had retained the frost. It was a bright day with a blue sky and the forest was busy with people who had the same idea as we. This couple passed us while we were photographing.
We returned home refreshed and inspired.

London Railings

London Railings
You see them at elegant terraces and squares. To me they are almost “Iconic” of London.
They are the cast iron railings, painted in a glossy black. They spread out from the elegant front doors and as often they are guarding the steps leading downstairs (the servants access)
During the second world war most of them were removed to be used in the war effort. As it turned out, the authorities had overestimated the need for iron or some administrator had fouled up. I have read stories about them being dumped at some lonely coastal area. In my latest search on the net I found, that many were dumped in the Thames estuary in such quantities that Tugs had to be used to navigate, as the huge quantities of cast iron threw the magnetic compasses out. whatever happened to them, they are back again in all there glory and together with, the now rare red telephone booths, say welcome to London.

King’s Cross Station

When we visit London, we like to stay at The George Hotel in Bloomsbury. To get there we catch the Piccadilly Line from terminal 5 at Heathrow. We will get off either at Russell Square or King’s Cross Station. Russell Square Station is crowded and serviced by slow lifts, whereas King’s Cross, recently refurbished, is spacious and effective. The modern concourse is buzzing with people filling the shops and restaurants. This is a shot of a few of the travellers spending time on the mezzanine floor under the large domed roof.

A Copenhagen Street

I spend much time looking at the old photographer’s pictures from the fifties and earlier. Many of grey and gritty streets with children playing and mothers chatting. What most of them have in common, is the almost total absence of cars. I have spent much time in Copenhagen and other European cities photographing in the streets and every street of interest was choked with cars. The other day my son and I went into Copenhagen and came across this short stretch of street. It just had to be photographed.
Camera Sony RX 100 MK 3

Deep in the forest

I again ventured into the forest to photograph mushrooms. There were a variety to be seen. I especially noticed one kind, that I later identified as the “Deathcap” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amanita_phalloides. According to the news there is an unusual large number of these this year. After lots of bending and kneeling, I got a number of acceptable pictures. The tilting screen on my camera came in very useful for photographing at low angles.
this group particularly appealed to me. I feel that it speaks so well of the autumn forest.

Autumn

After a long and extremely hot and dry summer, autumn is now upon us. After more than three months without a drop of rain clouds gathered and the ground soaked up the precious drops.
Autumn is here and autumn is mushroom time. We took the car for a short drive to a good mushroom spot in the forest. We had no sooner entered the forest, when we could smell mushrooms. Close by on a tree stump was the largest gathering of huge mushrooms I have ever seen.

 

High on a hill

The day began with a clear blue sky much welcome after days of rain. it seemed a good day for a drive into the countryside. Before long clouds appeared, creating dramatic views over the the landscape. we set course for this old windmill perched on a hill in the otherwise flat country. we finished our drive with tea at a lovely lake.

Flowers for Mummy

It was a busy Saturday morning in our little town. The streets were filled with stalls of various kinds, staffed with people promoting a multitude of things. This little lady was helping Daddy carrying flowers home for mummy.
Nikon D750

A time to play

It was Saturday and our little town was full of activity. All of the political parties and many of the voluntary organisations such as Red cross, Save The Children, The Heart Foundation, etc etc, had set up stalls and were canvassing for their cause. There were also a number of clubs helping to the fill the street. The main street was packed with people. This little lad had obviously decided to take a break and sat quietly playing with some toy. He looked content and concentrated.