Sometimes I take photos which when uploaded on to my computer album leave me speechless! These are times when I realise what letting the artist in me loose, means. It’s difficult to explain but to say that what my eye sees is limited. What my heart sees is limitless.
I reckon the camera performs its magic when the eye and spirit connect on picture angle, ISO, location, colours, subject etc.
These pictures are what makes me enjoy taking photos. I am an amateur photographer and very much a beginner over and over trying to understand the mechanics and technicalities of photography. However, these spur of the moment photos convince me that when my eye and spirit connect the magic that comes through the lens of my camera can be awesome.
Whenever I walk past Trafalgar Square there’s always something happening there – a new piece of art added to the other artworks there or an event taking place there. The Saturday before Valentine’s Day I decided to take a stroll around the Square and took some photos of the iconic art pieces and sculptures in the Square.
Since I’ve been in London, Trafalgar Square has been the centre of a great number of interesting cultural and political events. When walking to the Strand or to one of my favourite Thai restaurants I’d pass by Trafalgar Square but never quite found the time to stop and take in the ambience of the place as I was always in a hurry going somewhere else. When I first came to London it was a place where lots of pigeons gathered. I didn’t see any pigeons during my stroll this time.
Although the morning was dull it was dry so lots of people began to congregate around the fountains as life stirred in central London. There was excitement in the air too as large screens were set up for those who wanted to watch the Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Canada. There was so much going on and I was caught up in the moment. For the first time I took in the Square’s many interesting features such as the fountains and Nelson’s Column. A really wonderful place to hang out at, take in the sights and sounds of the heart of London and take photos too.
Here are some photos of the Square which I took on this visit. I regret having tempered with the white balance on my camera. However, the photos turned out fine so I must have done something right. I vowed never to touch the white balance on my camera unless I need to do so.
Commuting can be a pain but it also has its advantages. I’ve been commuting between Middlesex and London for almost a whole 12 months and I can say it does grow on you. The other day I was thinking, gosh I’ve been doing this through four seasons. The journey to London is about 30 mins and returning home is the same however, if the trains stop on the tracks because there is red signal or some sort of congestion at the next station ahead well you’ve got no choice but hope you have something useful to do – even taking a drink of water. That’s another thing during the Summer or any season it is advisable to carry a bottle of water with you – even if taking a drink, it needs to look meaningful especially if you don’t have a copy of your favourite newspaper or the Metro ( a free newspaper which you pick up at your home station) in the morning.
I’ve noticed that the carriages are very quiet if all the passengers are not workmates or family or friends – oh boy! that could be a very lonely hour of commuting. You may want to check that you curb your urge to smile at strangers. We do it n PNG all the time. But it may, you know, sapos yu meri na yu laik smail nabout, be inviting unnecessary interest as it happened to me when I first arrived in London and used to walk to work but that’s another story. It’s mostly quiet except for the odd loud music seeping through someone’s earphones that can be annoying especially if you don’t dig that kind of tune. I usually have my 4-year old iPod handy incase I have to briefly escape to Hawaii, PNG or the pop world. Another annoying thing is feet on the seats – aaaah but it is written on the windows no feet on the seats! Either the person(s) is too lazy, illiterate or can’t read English – the common and major lingua franca of Great Britain! There are some really nice unexpected wonderful experiences like someone letting you have a seat because you are a Woman! or they figure you’re greying around the temples and therefore entitled to the Priority Seats which are almost near the doors – nevermind about being old and suffering the draught! But anyway, I get to read someone’s paper because you can either ask for it or pick up as soon as they put it down next to you – by the way these are the free papers. Once in awhile I run into one of my workmates which is rather rare but it does happen. The journey to and from work allows me to get in touch with myself, if you can imagine that – reflection of the day ahead, the day just gone by and some heavy duty stuff I should be focusing my energies on at the office or some deadline to meet. It allows me time to catch up with myself and that is not a bad thing in this day and age when you are rushing around like a headless chick – en.
Commuting for me is not too bad but some of my colleagues don’t like it when it’s crowded. Well I do too. But on my line the crowd thins out after the first 4 stops which are on the outskirts of Central London. I get to sit down – phew! But not so for some workmates who say when it’s standing room only they find their faces up someone’s armpit – and I try not to imagine that! Or pickpocketed – hey it happens. I was warned about pickpocketing (yes, here in London) last Friday night by a friend on our way to the tube station heading home that I must watch my knapsack and make sure it’s tightly closed. Good advice – why? because it happened to her and it’s a good habit to develop. I think she mentioned it 3 times, so, well coming from her I sat up and listened and made sure my knapsack was tightly closed. Don’t get me wrong – I had to adjust to riding on a train as opposed to walking to the office. Adjustment’s cool. No complaints there infact I am learning alot about life in London and the UK by getting on a train to and from the office and home. Commuting is a way of life when you have a job somewhere else and a home somewhere else. So the long and short of it is that it is a fact of life for the next 12 months. I also need to ensure that my Oyster card is topped up and ready for either the trains, tube or buses so I don’t have to find myself in a queue when I need to get to somewhere pronto. Commuting for me is an interesting, sometimes satisfying and enjoyable experience in a weird kind of way perhaps when I got used to not saying a word for 30 mins to work and 30 mins on my way home. I think anyone can write a movie script, put a business plan together or develop an idea for a major bestseller because you are thinking and not chatting to anyone. If one’s experiencing writer’s block or something similar perhaps one could consider commuting. It could be a great way to get those creative juices going.