Exploring the unlikely intersections of walking, photography and making
One last day in London, chasing persecution and martyrdom on the London Martyr’s Way from Tower Hill to St. Eltheldreda’s Church. Around the Gilt of Cain’s granite columns proclaiming the abolition of the slave trade. Through Postman's Park and George Frederic Watts's Memorial to Heroic Self-Sacrifice: George Lee Fireman At A Fire In Clerkenwell Carried... Continue Reading →
Neil (a fellow Winnipegger) at home in Blackheath. Gracious host, Good friend. Making his home our home for one more night.
A little lost in Newington But found on Roupell Street. Our circuitous way to Tate Modern and Nan Goldin and Ed Ruscha and lunch overlooking the Thames. To dinner with Neil, a Covent Garden night walk and back to Blackheath with Neil.
A day at the Victoria and Albert With Neil. Jewellery. Photography with Henry Fox-Talbot and Masao Yamamato and Eric Soth. And greyhounds (of course).
To Albertopolis: and the Royal Albert Hall; and the Royal College of Music; and the Royal College of Organists; and the Albert Hall Mansions; and the Albert Memorial. To South Kensington Mews, and through the Hole in the Wall. To Harrod’s, and oysters and beer. To Hamley’s and Regent Street (where Gail’ s mom once... Continue Reading →
This is the final day of our brief pilgrimage from London to Canterbury. The Chaucer Way has taken us from the most urban of places, through its suburban spread and, from there, through quaint rural villages replete with half-timbered, thatched-roof cottages and flint-walled churches before bursting once more into the cultural and spiritual city of... Continue Reading →
Sittingbourne Tongue Mill Stone Chapel Madison Dieux, Ospringe Faversham Saint Mary of Charity Church
Gravesend Saxon Shore Way St. Mary’s Church, Church Street Rochester Rochester Cathedral High Street
Tomorrow Gail and I will make our way on foot from the Christian heart of London, Westminster Abbey, to Canterbury, a journey of some 120 kilometers over six days. We will roughly follow the trail pilgrims have followed for centuries. A trail colorfully described in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. A trail that, these days, is aptly... Continue Reading →
Our first day in London is a jet lag recovery day. How we deal with this time traveller's malady is to hit the ground running. Or, in our case, walking. We arrive early morning at Heathrow, headed into town, deposit our bags at our refuge for the next two nights, Thanet Hotel near Russell Square... Continue Reading →