New York to London

It was almost looking tornado-ish over Morden this afternoon…

I absolutely love this. It’s an old marker just sinking into a sidewalk in Morden.

In London you’re just surrounded by art everywhere you turn…

A stick figure gets a little paranoid hanging out alone all day long…

“I say, Smythely, let’s head down to the club and order a round of our own magnificence.”

I mean, those shoes are totally wrong for that outfit.

…but I definitely don’t want any.

Pretty street of purple houses and purple flowers, in Hampstead.

The view from Hampstead Heath looking south.

A spacesuit on the balcony of a house in Barnes. Perhaps with someone inside it.