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Grave digger, on our street.

I’m trying to document London as I see it. It’s not all the big, beautiful tourist spots. A huge amount of it is bleak, especially now that the darkness is coming for us all in the autumn. it rained for more than 24 hours straight last night. Winter is coming. 

The moving Tube.

The moving Tube.

It’s a bit sad I never documented the long ride into class on the Tube in the mornings. I truly meant to…it just was too difficult to bring out my camera on a day I knew I’d be out for more than eight hours and was already carrying a crapload of stuff that I ostensibly used to study for my MA. (now finished, results in…meh).

Horrible ads like this one assail the sense on the Tube daily

Horrible ads like this one assail the sense on the Tube daily

Loud music needed.

Loud music needed.

Liverpool Street Station. My ever-present friend.

Liverpool Street Station. My ever-present friend.

My London is a lot dirtier (grittier?) than most Londons. I will document the night bus one of these days, that very paragon of grit in the City…but in general I seem to find myself in deconstructed marketplaces and wandering near rubbish piles a lot. It freaked me out the first time I was ever in New York City, and continues to bother me these days. Who just puts trash on the sidewalk?

Or on the escalator...

Or on the escalator…

Chancery Lane Station

Chancery Lane Station

It’s 17:49 and I had to turn the light in our room on. Damn. It. Winter is really coming. London will soon be bathed in darkness all the time, and I will be in possession of a pallor 18th-century womenfolk would be envious of.

Holborn Circus.

Holborn Circus.

I went to pick up my wedding band today, on my Sunday before the working week(end). It was the wrong size. A trip to Hatton Garden in vain.

Our jeweller in Hatton Garden.

Our jeweller in Hatton Garden.

My wedding band is from 1883. The year electricity was first used in houses. It’s. Old.

The ceiling of Craft Beer Co.

The ceiling of Craft Beer Co.

So I went to the first pub I ever set foot in, here in London. Craft Beer Co., near Chancery Lane. I had a couple beers to pass the time and then went home to make dinner.

Stout by Partizan

Stout by Partizan

Dismantled market

Dismantled market

ASDA's cart graveyard, Leyton.

ASDA’s cart graveyard, Leyton.

My life is so interesting.

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