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The City

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!

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Walking in Finchley

It is a bit like that song Walking in Memphis, except in Finchley, instead of Memphis. And instead of the land of the delta blues, it could be the land of late night newsagents that sell huge suspicious looking Polish sossidges.

Various pictures

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.

Düde, var är bílen?

A nice building I saw in London with k.s. also it makes your web browser go a bit mental if you scroll it up and down. I like photos that are geometrickal like this. Also it is a giant picture of the sky which is my other favourite type of picture.

Bad moon rising over London’s Finchley, this is the magical evening view from keithlard’s living room.

It did not really look like this of course, like something out of a Twin Peaks dream sequence, but the exposure made it go strange for some reason.

The riparian idyll of the Welsh Harp. Only 5 minutes from the North Circular, which is peculiar, on the other hand if you are going to build a massive ring road, herons do not have votes.

A curious game I found in the Landseer pub, which is brilliant and has all sorts of games and books, and drinks. Actually normal pubs have drinks as well, so just games and books.