Last Night of my Twenties.

On my walk home this evening, the last walk home after work of my Twenties. It means nothing really but I do want to mark it. Something is being said goodbye to, all the events that live in times now passed, all the people and places that are now gone. There's something about turning Thirty that offers the possibility of starting anew. Illusion maybe, but both nice and scary too.



This is the Thames again and I wish I could say it was this colour but actually it was very brown. It's the camera that's made it nice colours.