Night time transforms a city, from the noise spectacle during the day to almost quiet serenity at night. It is said that New York is the city that never sleeps, I have been there and must say it seems accurate. London however does sleep, and I have come to believe that it dreams.
The roads are gritted so cars go where they like, it would be nice if some were used on the side pavements as well.
Yesterday I went to Parliament Square to view how much carnage was left after the demonstration two days before. On Thursday students where demonstration against the rise in intuition fees for universities in England. I did not go to Parliament Square during the demonstration but I did photograph and film them as they walked down Strand St.
Two days after things are slowly getting back to normal. The square was blocked off and barriers where still in place. In the square itself workers were having a break from washing off all the graffiti
Last weekend I went with a group of photographers I know through Flickr to Highgate Cemetery, a Victorian graveyard in north London. On one of the graves the poem below was printed...
Behold I know not anything
I only hope that good may fall at last,
far off,
at last to all
and every winter change to spring
