This is another in the Better Late than Never series.
Recently, I became a fancy geek girl and got a second monitor.
It's not nearly as fancy as it seems because the monitor was practically free, but it still feels fancy and I like it.
When I was setting up its preferences, I got to choose a new set of desktops which is always fun. I chose some folder of travel photos from my old iPhoto library. Turns out, I love looking at them and they bring back such great memories. I thought it might be a good idea to show one to you every once in awhile.
I took this picture somewhere in Hyde Park in the spring of 2007.
There's this thing about traveling by yourself. You live in your own head a lot. It's not really the same as being at home. Some people hate that part of travelling alone. I love it.
I had been in London a few days and there were these little, brown pods or fronds or something falling from trees everywhere. They made my eyes feel like they had sticktights in them. It was bad. But it didn't stop me from spending all day every day outside. Because I was in England. I was in London. I was where everything happened. I was going outside.
I went to Hyde Park on a Sunday so I could hear the speakers. I think i got there a little late and they several speakers had left, but the ones that were still there had the firey passion. It was great.
Oh and remember I didn't know to take the tunnel under the big streets to get to the park. I surfaced and then jaywalked across the busy streets. Stupid tourist.
After I had heard my fill, I took off to see the park. It's giant, and I didn't know where I was going, really. There were maps, but it's hard to follow a map in a park sometimes. I wanted to see the lake. I wanted to be brave enough to ride the horses, but when I saw them I realized everyone was riding british style (duh!) and I was for sure too afraid to try that.
I found the lake. I can't remember if this shot was just before or just after. But I thought it was so gorgeous I sat down across the walk and listened to some music for a while. I wrote in my journal. I took pictures. I watched a squirrel and a duck frolic about. I was in heaven.
My eyes ached.
This picture reminds me of that pain more than any other.
But isn't it gorgeous.
That photo was taken with a Nikon CoolPix. I desperately need to return to Europe with my current camera.
You can ready more travel posts right over here.
