This moment at dusk in London epitomizes everything that draws me to the city. Behind all the noise and rush and flash, it has a quiet, haunted quality, partly due to how ancient it is and how many people’s stories are in the air and the layers of physical history and graveyards and churches and the streets and houses. It’s those invisible stories and long-gone people that interest me — the buildings are just the things they left behind to remind us they were here.

One Response to ““…when the evening is spread out against the sky…””

  1. steph says:

    I’m struck, actually, at how this image could almost be St. Philips, if the Charleston harbor were in the distance. It’s the hidden, buried stories here, too, that forever intrigue me. Loving your posts from afar.

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