The view from above

I've always loved seeing things from different angles. In fact, one of the most exciting things that ever happened to me was getting my Nikon Coolpix 995 camera with ace macro function and swivel body. Suddenly, I could see detail I would and couldn't have seen before (the underside of flowers, etc.).

Above London I

A few years ago now (five and a half, to be exact), I was lucky to be allowed up to the top of a very tall building in the centre of London. I was there to take publicity photos in advance of a charity abseil. I was very lucky to be allowed to do this (and also that they didn't make me read and sign the inch thick document most photographers are asked to sign before being allowed to take pictures at the top of this building) and I still love the pictures I took up there. I remember being totally blown away by details which I'd never seen before (and would, most likely, never see again).

Above London II

I was reminded of those photos by the fact that I'm working in a very tall building at the moment. I unfortunately don't have the time I'd like to stand and gaze out of windows on high floors, but the time I do have is taken up by a childlike sense of awe at how amazing London is when seen from such a high vantage point, removed from the hustle and bustle of the rat race. It energises and inspires me.

Above London III

I never got round to posting the photos I took that day, all those years ago, but I think it's time that I shared them.

Above London IV

For all it's grimness and grime, London is still an amazing city.

Above London V

Eight Years in London

All this Bristol malarkey has taken over my brain to the extent that my eight year anniversary of moving to London passed without thought or remark. So much has happened since I got in that van with my sister on the 28th of September 2001 and we set off for points south (me to London, her to Dover).

I realise that I've now spent almost a quarter of my life in London, and until recently didn't see a life outside of it, but it's funny how the world turns…

If you'd asked me six months ago where I thought I'd be living in eight years time, I'd probably have said London.

Now?

Who knows. I certainly don't.

I'm looking forward to finding out though.