Remember the picture of the empty snowy street that we live on (at the bottom of this post)? Here is what it looks like on a regular day. Much less enchanting. Our house sits exactly in the middle of a long block. There is as much distance to…
The southeast corner of the vast heath that separates Blackheath village from Greenwich Park is graced by this swan pond. Despite several traffic arteries that dissect the heath in near vicinity, this is a pretty picturesque and pleasant spot. We, unfortunately, do not end up here on foot all that…
The other day, when we were in Notting Hill, I snapped a few pictures of the Portobello Road, where one of the most famous markets in London is held on Saturdays. It was not a market day, and the customarily overcast London skies did no favors for the quality of…
This was among the pictures that I’ve taken recently but not yet posted. A view of Canary Wharf office buildings from West India Quay. If it looks as if I’m standing on water, the picture was taken from a pedestrian bridge the crosses the inlet.
Our friends in St Johns Wood live literally around the corner from the famous Beatles’ Abbey Road crossing. A few days ago, while visiting with them, I had the first occasion in over two years of being in the area with a camera (a customary hooray for my little new…
The first picture in my smoking in Canary Wharf post was that of Canada Square little park. I neglected to photograph it from the office windows above thus far, but since mid-November the place has been converted into an outdoor skating rink. The annual attraction will stay in place until…
The other day, I went for a business meeting that took me to Paternoster Square behind the St Paul’s Cathedral. Somehow I’ve never managed to set foot in that particular square before. With my pocketcam now being my inseparable companion, I took a few quick snapshots, half a dozen of…
I guess, in the current environment, I should be happy with the amount of work I suddenly have. Except, to be honest, I’ve been starting to forget the time in my previous life when I habitually put in 11-12-hour days, and I don’t believe regret has been figuring as a…
The other day I was traveling between offices in the afternoon and had what increasingly becomes a very rare occasion of finding myself in the City of London. With my handy little camera, I took a few pictures. It was a bit late in the day and the lighting conditions…
A pretty interesting observation from our regular drives in and through France are the “nearby attraction” billboards on French freeways. These are normally positioned some distance ahead of their corresponding exits and pictorially depict the most important stuff that you might want to check out if you suddenly decide to…
The French are very fond of the summertime practice of producing light shows at their famous landmarks. I cannot fault them for it: Every time we come across one such, it is a great spectacle. On our return journey from the big summer trip we stopped overnight in Strasbourg. The…
I realized that I work in a pretty cool-looking building myself. Not as cool as most of the edifices in the collection mentioned the other day, but still not bad.
As I did not have a ready topic for today’s post (sorry to disappoint, but I don’t feel like I want to explore topics related to either the election or the financial crisis for the foreseeable future), I figured I’ll just post a few random shots made with the new…
I have been fairly brief so far in my descriptions of the places that we stayed at during the big summer holiday. A more expansive overview is likely due. So, for those interested, here is an entirely subjective comparative look at L’Estartit on Costa Brava in Catalunya, Roquebrune-sur-Argens on French…
One stat that I omitted in my previous post was the number of gelato flavors sampled by the family. The exact count, in fact, escapes me, and likely cannot be extracted from Natasha’s travel diary, since she must have omitted some of the less enthusiastically received flavors. But an intelligent…
I was looking through our Antwerp/Ghent pictures today for purposes of using one or two in the Travelog, with Kimmy looking over my shoulder. Suddenly, she says: “Daddy, remember when we were in Mini-Europe, there was this square with a fountain that did not have a pool around it?” At…
Disclaimer #1: Admittedly, I am not much of a skier. Disclaimer #2: The closest that I’ve ever been to a major North American skiing resort is Mont-Tremblant in Quebec, which normally figures somewhere in the Top 20 on the travel magazines’ lists. I have never been to Colorado, Utah or…
Another first in my blogging career – three unrelated posts in one day. As I was sitting in my home office, typing away, I glanced out of the window and saw skies so beautiful that I had to take a picture and post it here.