‘I can’t believe it’s London’

All of these photos were taken on my iPhone 5, so I’m quite proud of how they turned out. It’s the first thing I reach for when I spot something unusual or beautiful or out of place – pretty much anything that makes me think ‘I can’t believe it’s London’.

One of the things that makes London so fascinating to me is that it’s constantly full of surprises – the homeless man with nothing to eat himself feeding the ducks at 6 AM in St James’s Park; the tired police horse drinking from the fountain at dusk outside Green Park station, surrounded by bustling commuters in suits; the mish-mash of crude, regal and awe-inspiring architecture forever juxtaposed with each other all over the city.

I leave you with a poem that I stumbled across by William Wordsworth on the back of a magazine, which expresses some sentiments about London that still hold true today.

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty;
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth