A long Christmas day walk led me through the quaint and sleepy town of Richmond. It got dark early and the evening seemed even calmer by the river – the deep blue of the sky was reflected in the Thames making the water look just as inky. All this blue was broken up by warm yellow streetlights and their reflections on the surface.
On this first picture, if you look closely you will see the lights in the boat and imagine someone celebrating Christmas.
Two days later I was walking to work along the most iconic stretch of the river Thames, past London Eye, and then across Westminster Bridge. Here, the river was witness to a completely different life. It was the day just after Boxing day and 8:30 in the morning. Already there are people on the bridge – mere blurs on the photos – rushing to work. Some tourists were there already, in central London birght and early to make more memories to take back home.
Life, only still. 