Field of gold

Field of gold
It should just have been the typical Swedish Easter with spring in the air, but nature has it’s own way and snow covered the countryside. Roads became difficult to drive on and the field where we saw hay made in summer became a sheet of gold as the sun set.
Nikon D300 at 18mm
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The Legal District

One morning we walked from our hotel to Russell Square along Southampton Row. At High Holborn we turned left, passing the beautiful “Half Timbered” Staple Inn, one of the few buildings that survived The Great Fire of London. In Chancery Lane we passed The London Silver Vaults. We have yet to explore that. From here we made our way to Lincoln’s Inn Fields. What a haven of tranquillity. Great expanses of lawns, Maple trees dropping their golden autumn leaves, imposing red brick buildings with windows and doors trimmed in sandstone and a singular lack of tourists. We passed entrance doors to Barristers offices with name boards of the occupants. There were a small number of Sirs, but mainly Mr. It seams to be a male dominated profession. From one place we could see The Old father Thames. We shall return there one day.

The arnachist

A few kilometres from where I live is a large institution, that houses all the asylum seekers that  arrive in Denmark. A number of years ago a big demonstration in favour of refused asylum seekers was called. The participants ranged from well meaning grandparents to people on the far left of the political spectrum including youngsters belonging to anarchistic groups. Young parents brought their babies in prams and then complained bitterly, when the police, not surprisingly, found it necessary to use tear gas. I got a few shots of this youngster busy painting graffiti on the road signs. Camera Nikon D300
A few kilometres from where I live is a large institution, that houses all the asylum seekers that
arrive in Denmark. A number of years ago a big demonstration in favour of refused asylum seekers was called. The participants ranged from well meaning grandparents to people on the far left of the political spectrum including youngsters belonging to anarchistic groups. Young parents brought their babies in prams and then complained bitterly, when the police, not surprisingly, found it necessary to use tear gas. I got a few shots of this youngster busy painting graffiti on the road signs.
Camera Nikon D300

Speaks for itself

I have again had to face my shortcomings as a street photographer. I have spend hours going through my work from trips, especially to London, a city I love. Again I found an image, which I feel makes a good street photo with a bit of humour. This image was photographed at Camden Town in 2008. I do not recall consciously lining I it up, it was only when I went back over my London images from that year, that i saw it’s potential. Perhaps it is nor as good and humorous a I think it is. I like to give my imaged titles but will leave this on to speak for itself. Camera Nikon D300
I have again had to face my shortcomings as a street photographer. I have spend hours going through my work from trips, especially to London, a city I love. Again I found an image, which I feel makes a good street photo with a bit of humour. This image was photographed at Camden Town in 2008. I do not recall consciously lining I it up, it was only when I went back over my London images from that year, that i saw it’s potential. Perhaps it is not as good and humorous a I think it is. I like to give my images titles but will leave this on to speak for itself.
Camera Nikon D300