A walk on the Thames

Inspired by a post about Street Photography, I set off, armed with camera and notebook, for a walk along Bankside, on the South bank of the Thames, to explore.

It was a rare day for late autumn London. It was perfect – windless, dry and cool, with a clear blue cloudless sky. It was a day of sharp, contrasting light, of bright, blinding sunshine and dark, crisp-edged shadows. It was the kind of day you have to seize, savour and store away to remember, later, when winter throws a veil of damp grey over everything. It was an ideal day for a walk along the Thames.

The tide was out on the Thames
The tide was out on the Thames

The tide was out on the Thames and down in the sand at Gabriel’s Pier, two sculptors worked swiftly, setting up a table and sofas for their castle before the river rose and claimed them.

Down past Blackfriars Bridge, the last tenacious leaves looked as dark as old pennies, now against the trees’ pale exposed branches.

An invisible plane traced a travel stripe, like an invading line of chalk on a clean board, across the sky towards the tall dark chimney of the Tate Modern Art Gallery.

In the shadow of the Oxo building a grey-faced homeless man huddled with his dog under a blanket, while across the river the dome St Paul’s Cathedral shone pristine white against the skyline.

The Globe Theatre was bathed in sunshine.

The skate park in the recesses of the bridge near Festival Hall, was a blur of grafitti and wheels.

Under Millennium Bridge, the jazz band danced and played and spread the spirit of Christmas.

And the living statues on South bank outdid themselves