I like museums and all the stuff of the past they hold for us to behold. They are usually quite lowly lit to protect the precious artifacts so I took a few snapshots but ended up with a couple of sinister shots . This was the Egyptian bit at the British Museum
When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us. (Bell)
This time of year as the days draw in and are short and sweet things can seem a little grey. We pull the curtains across the windows too early and we focus on the warmth of the fire and indoor stuff. Nature is a little bleaker and we have to try a teeny bit harder to find a splurge of colour. A bit of whisky in crystal, warm and golden liquid.
I love St Pancras station. It is one of my favourite places. I could sit there all day and people watch. I think I nearly have. No two moments are ever the same. Constant travelers. Sitting with a frothy coffee on the table in front of me and discreetly staring (if that is possible) is not a bad way of passing time. Plenty of dramatic angles for photography.
The ironwork creates some great angles and lines.
Then these two struggled up the stairs. They were carrying a steel girders but I never really managed to get the best picture of this as I only had my camera sorted as they got to the top of the stairs. (sometimes the best shots are missed!)