I dream of London.
London has been a fantastic and generous host, offering me all the things that I desire. It feels like a dream being here. I bought a few cheap lenses for my Diana F+ film camera, but since I left that camera at home in Sydney, I bought a mount so I could affix them to Spencer. The result are some strange, blurry, distorted visions of the town I am in. It makes it seem all the more like a dream. ...
I’ve arrived in London, where I will be spending the rest of the week. This is the view from the window of the place that I’m currently staying at - it is this lovely brick house in South London, built in the 19th Century. I am sleeping in a four poster bed, and I feel like a queen (or at least like a heroine from a Regency period romance novel). Although I was feeling jetlagged...