Depending on how you look at it, London has been blessed or cursed with a fair bit of snow over the past few days. For me, I love it! It’s just hovering around freezing which means it’s not too cold to be out for a stroll or to shoot a few shots. If you happen to have any desire to travel to or from London itself by any of the available means then it’s more akin to an extended Freddy Krueger style nightmare with very little chance of escape.
The Canadian in me can’t help but chuckle a little bit at these catastrophic weather events that bring tens of millimeters of snow and drag the city to it’s knees. Back home we call this sort of weather June.
Not one to be an ungrateful foreigner who moans about the country I feel I have to say I really do love living here. But honestly, every year the snow falls and every year the government & transportation services look up into the sky and claim that Armageddon is at last upon us. Everything shuts down for days while some department does a feasibility study on whether or not the country should invest in the infrastructure that would be able to handle such a mild dusting of snow.
The answer comes days after the snow is gone and is inevitably No, which sets us up perfectly to do it all again when the next blizzard arrives.
Anyway, the whole reason I was out on Saturday night (after consuming festive beverages the four nights prior) was to celebrate a friends birthday and enjoy some of the pre-Christmas spirit. As a result, I felt at the time that my photos were a lot better than they actually were, hence all of the heavy processing to salvage a few of the shots.
There are a couple more in the gallery as per usual.
