3/4/25

I’ve got such a huge backlog of pictures I don’t quite know in what order to post them, and as a result I overthink it, and then end up not posting at all. I then, surprise surprise, keep taking even more pictures, and so I’m in a perpetual loop of adding more to said backlog. I reckon I just have to perhaps post by mood, rather than chronological order in order to let my pictures out loose in the wild. So here’s some pictures from a day in April, in the order I shot them. I’d given myself and Art Day™️, seeing a Munch exhibition (underwhelming) in the morning, and then heading south to Bermondsey to see Theaster Gates at the White Cube Gallery. As I came out of the train station at London Bridge this reflection caught my eye.

I really like Bermondsey Street, where the White Cube is, and the walk there is always such a pleasant one. There’s a few Georgian houses there, and walking southwards I liked seeing the little miniature gardens up above.

This colour combo also caught my eye a bit further along. They clash in the nicest way, if you can call it clashing at all.

Remember how I was unsure of the tighter 50mm lens on my new camera? Well, we seem to be getting on just fine, and I haven’t felt the need to get a wider one. I like how much more graphic the pictures become with less width.

Just outside the gallery now, happy to catch this.

As I entered the receptionist sat with her head down, and I originally took a picture of just the top of her head sticking up, then waited a sec, and suddenly half her face popped up. Click. I smiled a thank you.

The Theaster Gates was good, a bit different from stuff of his that I’ve seen before, so I was glad I went. It was then time to head back home; I retraced my steps and walked northwards. This orange wall is part of the exterior to the Fashion and Textile Museum, which I’ve weirdly never been to.

Nice colour drenching going on here.

So many questions about this window, so many why’s.

On the way back the painted wood work stood out, rather than the pots that I took a picture of earlier. Such a great red and beautiful yellow, and all the better for being next to each other.

Admired the brick work on this facade. Looking at it now I’ve made it mysterious for myself. How much of the facade was bricked this way, all of it or just a small section? I could check on Google Street Wiew and find out right now, but I think I’d rather just look out for it the next time I’m there, and answer my own question.

On the train home, now at Blackfriars Bridge, a train station that is on a bridge (oh really, you don’t say), bridging the Thames. If you look closely you can see Tower Bridge in the distance.

‘Is it creepy taking pictures of people’s hair?’ I asked myself here. Is it?

And is taking a picture of a person minding their own business somehow not? Best not to overthink it.