Returning to visit London is always something of a whirlwind experience. Co-ordinating and catching up with family and friends, as well as attending to some practical matters, in a short space of time is challenging.
It can can also be a little bitter sweet. Flashes of regret, and thoughts of the parallel life that I have left behind, bombard me. The realization that, for me, life there has stopped, yet for everyone else it has progressed unabated, is challenging to process. Mostly because I do not want to it to be true. I want my friends and family to be preserved. Static. Frozen in formaldehyde, Han Solo-esque, ready for me to release upon my return. I guess what I am experiencing is a sense of loss, or regret, or missed opportunities? The dislocation of time and geography and a litany of unknown possibilities. Wait a second, is this getting too heavy? Oh man, stream of consciousness! Time to turn off the inner monologue. This is, after all, a blog about kids and being a dad right?
Enough of the self-reflection. Although…I will just say that it does feel a little strange to be a visitor in your own town. I take the opportunity to visit some of my old haunts and areas. The images and the memories come flooding back in visceral waves of nostalgia. Increasingly – and somewhat worryingly reminiscent of an old foggie – I catch myself looking for what has changed or altered. “Ah yes, I remember when…” (add annoying, frequently pointless, observation) A phenomenon that I find simultaneously reassuring and depressing.
This time I took a spin through the City. The Financial district. Which on the day I visited was shrouded under grey skies, rain lightly, yet ceaselessly, descending adding a cold starkness to a place not known for its warmth to outsiders. Much of the architecture is familiar and remains largely unchanged of course – including the Gherkin which was being built before I left – but there is also much that is new – such as the Heron Tower. I love modern architecture and cityscapes – the exhilaration and pulse of a city is intoxicating. Los Angeles has pockets of this vibrancy. But you have to search it out. In London, it is everywhere.
I love this shot of St. Paul’s Cathedral as it’s not how you would typically think of the Cathedral. It seems to be almost framed by the row of buildings on either side. The juxtaposition between the narrow, claustrophobic streets and the looming silver grey of the dome create a powerful image of classical London co-exisiting with the modern.
I also am lucky enough that my sister’s family lives in London, and that they are amenable to putting me (and when we have traveled as family, all of us) up when in town. This time around, being as I was on my own for the first few days, it was a great opportunity to have some snuggle time with Luca and Ivy. The brother / sister dynamic is certainly totally different from the brother / brother one that I am used to with Jaxon and Skyer. I could not believe how composed both Luca and Ivy are. I kept trying to convince myself that it was all genetic and had nothing to do with parenting styles – but I’m not convinced. Certainly gave me more than a moment’s pause for thought as to how to handle Jaxon and Skyer. And there I was, thinking I was doing such a bang up job!
These two though are fully paid up members of the Beachwood Boys Club (event thought one of them is a girl!) and I love having them in my life. We here at Beachwood HQ, just wish we got to see them more often.
Saturday morning began with a good old fashioned English Breakfast – ably assisted by our two resident sous chefs.
Then out to one of the many local parks that grace the area. Where both Luca and Ivy rocked the hipster chic – with obligatory retro bobble hat and no socks. Doesn’t get more insouciant than that.
This next one is from another sand box (oops sorry sand pit) this time on Clapham Common the next day – as I said a dizzying array of parks in this area. By this stage in the weekend, Ivy had moved on from her hat faze and was all about clinging on to the last moments of warm weather.
I have another confession to make. When I’m now I visit the West End I go into full blown tourist mode. I don’t know what has happened to me. And I’m not all too sure that I care. I can’t help but marvel at the Burlington Arcade. I fully admit that it has a series of impractically priced miniature stores – sort of like a high end Lilliput – but it is still the best “shopping mall” in the world.
In any case, I am always a sucker for a vintage rolex. This particular place is great should you ever wish to commemorate a specific year. Sadly this time, I was just window shopping.
I don’t know why I shot this street sign of Saville Row. I was passing a corner I must have walked down a thousand times before, and I just felt the urge. There is something so simple, iconic and sharp about the way that the letters looked. Maybe it’s because Jaxon is really into his letters at the moment and I knew he would like the symmetry and the clarity. I’m not sure that comes across from my photo but I love the image all the same.
And then I really like this building directly opposite. Again I have no idea why, but I find the corner of Saville Row and Vigo Street quite evocative, so I wanted to capture the moment.
Now this next one you’ll have to forgive me as I have no excuse. I think for me it was the contrast of the slate grey sky, the taxi cabs shimmering shadows on the rain slicked streets, and the garish bright lights of the billboard that created a crisp vignette of London. Again so familiar to me and yet – for now at least – not my home.
This one of the House of Commons, I snapped from the window of the cab on the way back to my sister’s those. A cheesy tourist shot undoubtedly, but it was such a beautiful sunny day – with crystal clear blue sky – and I had landed at Heathrow only hours earlier. There was something euphoric in the moment for me, which sadly I’m not a good enough photographer to capture, but I couldn’t resist. And I didn’t know if I would get another chance with the sunlight hitting the building so perfectly.
Finally this picture was taken with my iPhone from the roof deck of Google’s offices in central London. What a view. and what a day. The panoramic views are on all four sides of the building. You’re not really supposed to take pictures, but I sneaked this one while no one was looking. The prospect of more illicit Google photography alone, is sufficient reason to go back soon.