The Light.

Lately i've been noticing little occurrences in the flat i will sadly be leaving in just over a month. Most of the time this happens right around when the sun seems to hit each of the buildings in the city and reflect golden light directly into our windows. For someone who likes neighbourhoods lined in trees with twisty cobblestone streets it's amazing how much i love, and will miss, the view we have overlooking the tall, shiny buildings right out of the windows.

Golden Hour.

In london light is a funny thing. It's not often sunny enough to see shadows, so when you do it's exciting. The past few days have been harshly cold, but they've been wonderfully sunny and producing the most beautiful golden light right before the sun sets. The golden hour doesn't happen in london. Ever. It reminds me of walking home from work in new york and having blinding light creep in and out of the avenues. Stay around please sunshine.