Walkin'. Again.

I have got behind in processing – editing – my photographs. This is partly because I have, for the last couple of months, been devoting my photographic energies to scanning several films – a great many – from a trip my ex-wife and I made to India, back in 1998 or so. The scanner is temperamental: it won’t start, it crashes, and it is slow. It is old, too, so I decided to buy a new, faster, higher spec film scanner. Which, when it arrived, failed to work.

I have finished scanning the negatives – which does mean I now have a further 420 images to edit.

To be getting on with, here are some pictures I took on a walk from Swinton St in Kings Cross to Oxford Circus early in the spring. Walking is the main way I take exercise; most of people rarely walk in London. When I walk, I look up.

This is what I saw.

Glasgow. A while back.

Last November, I found myself in Glasgow. I thought I had planned it so I would walk straight onto a train, but in fact I had a couple of hours to spare, so I left my luggage at the station and walked down to the Clyde, and then around the centre of the city. It was a long while since I had been to Glasgow, and it was a beautiful, sunny winter’s afternoon.

Of course, I took some pictures.