CityPoint, where I was chased away by security guards who told me it is illegal to take pictures of buildings. In that case I am going to jail for a very long time as you will see from this collecktion of photos.
Reflection of One Coleman Street in Moorhouse, where I was also chased away by security guards. Obviously it is one of those sekrit buildings and they do not want people taking photergraphs of it in case people find out it exists.
Moorhouse, remember it does not exist, so any pictures you might see of it are stricktly imaginary.
Reflection in the frontage of One Coleman Street. I like the way it has gone all warped, like something by Maurits Escher on weird drugs.
Whitecross Place, a shopping mall near Moorgate where I was also asked to leave by security guards. They said I might be a terrorist taking pictures of the CCTV cameras. I must say I would make an unconvincing terrorist, with my big SLR, anorak, and thermos of weak lemon drink. On the other hand that is exactly what a clever terrorist would want you to think. Aaah!
The Landseer pub has an annual Music Festival, this looks all arty but in fact I think the camera went off before I was ready or something. Anyway by some miracle the text is in focus even though nothing else is.
Unfortunately-named shop at Cornish Market World. Near Par!
Some scary pointy gates that I walked past with k.s.
My friend Chris at the self-same festival. In fact he is in the Archway Guitar Quartet, tecknically. Except he plays mandolin, but it would make the name too long.
Flowers in the garden which look quite intresting in black and white.
Cornwall’s exclusive Whitsand Bay, near where my Mum lives. It would be nice if this was my view. They have a special extra large sky in Cornwall which you do not seem to get in other places.
Just some intresting picktures that do not lend themselves to categorisation really. This is a nice sky I saw at the Welsh Harp a while ago. I like to go wandering around the reservoir where there is a lot of birds to notice and many little nooks to investergate. I am quite good at investergation.
Me having a bad hair day.
Dirty old cash machine!
Some borderline sinister owls.
Palestra, an office building in Blackfriars Road.
An ordinary picture of Matt in the Landseer which accidentally captured his bestial id.