What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
- Philip Larkin
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Summer (in London, if I must put caption under each picture) is - seeing the RA summer exhibition and Edvard Munch, reading with sunglasses on, iced white wine on Charlotte Street, walking amidst wild flowers, having very late brunch at Lantana.
Or,
summer is strolling at your own pace, getting half drunk and fully happy already at mid-day, humming to the sound of the rain, savouring each unphotographable moments.
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That is such a lovely meditation on summer. I wonder, does the Philip Larkin poem have a title?
RépondreSupprimerGlad to see a recent post of you! I think you have found a beautiful way of capturing what summer is in just a few images.
RépondreSupprimerI love this post xx
RépondreSupprimerI miss London so much now it is actually painful. xx
RépondreSupprimerLondon summers, wandering around in hamstead heath, walking through the fields on rainy days, all the way to Kenwood house. Oh I wish I could move back! x very nice Blog btw
RépondreSupprimerLove the Charlotte Street hotel!
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I love this post, as I love all your other posts! such a beautiful blog x
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I wish I could spend my summer in London :)
RépondreSupprimerBeautiful photos anyway
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You're back! :) Love Larkin.
RépondreSupprimeramazing photos! ah i must go to london soon!
RépondreSupprimerlots of love from the c&p girls,
casper&pearl blog
xx