In passing

While the hairdresser beautified my wife, I walked around in our little town playing with my Nikon D750. I have had it for about a year, but I have still got a lot to learn about it. Among the things I tried was the manual setting. The last time I tried that was, with my Nikon D700, several years ago in London. It may well have been my imagination, but I could swear that I got better results that way. I set the camera back to aperture priority (my normal setting) and wandered about photographing streets, buildings and people. Close to the station I came across this scene. Back home I converted it to black and white and quite liked the result. At one stage I was very keen on street photography with people in the picture. NO MORE. I believe, that the photographer can tell strong and compelling stories about people by showing where they live or lived and the artefacts they have left behind. Still I liked this on, so I am sharing it here
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A cold day in Copenhagen

It was cold in Copenhagen the other day. The benches on the City Square were deserted, but the pigeons made good use of warm air from a ventilation shaft
Camera Nikon D750
Lens 50mm f 1.4

Power

Lately I have been catching the train to Copenhagen. It beats battling the traffic on the roads and searching for parking. Coming out of Copenhagen central station is a comglamoration of rail tracks. In the background is the power station named after the Danish discoverer of Electro Magnitism H. C. Ørsted. It was here in 1956
The IL-14 operated on an international Aeroflot passenger service from Moscow-Vnukovo (VKO) to Copenhagen (CPH), Denmark with an en route stop at Riga (RIX). Impacted a chimney and crashed into the southern harbour of Copenhagen killing all 23 people on board.
The light was very special so I quickly snapped a picture through the train window

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.

Case files

We sat one morning at Cafe’ Apostrophe enjoying our cups of Cappuccino. It was with amusement that I watched suited businessmen enjoying their plates of hot oats porridge.
On the other side of the street, outside The Royal Court of Justice, legal staff wheeled trolleys of case files. The amount of paperwork lawyers have to go through is staggering.