Saturday, 12 November 2011

Clapham Common



On the grass, a flock of crows around some abandoned, unspeakable package and a flock of humans swigging from cans of beer, lolling on coats discarded in the afternoon's surprising warmth. It's a weird warmth, without light, a grey day with darkness closing in at 4 pm. Uneasy. You can see it in the scuttling steps of locals with their dogs and shopping. Only looking upwards at the statue and the rooftops and the last leaves does all seem calm and as it should be.




Temperence & Providence, 1895

5 comments:

Dale said...

I love these. All the soft November melancholy.

Fire Bird said...

ho Clapham Common, where I used to push little A in his buggy, always asleep by the time we got there!

Anne said...

Crows are so many things: sinister, mysterious, comical, darkly elegant.

Great somber pictures.

earlybird said...

Black and white was definitely the right choice here. Very atmospheric.

liliannattel said...

This time of year makes me so tired--I'm not used to the lack of daylight yet. The photos capture that feeling for me.