Falling in Love with London

First off, apologies for the awful title.  But it's true.  The very first week, I wasn't such a fan of the noise and the smoke and the bustle and the impersonal nature of London.  Then I got used to it and had more of a "this is nice, but spring semester will be good" philosophy.  Then, shortly before fall break, I switched to a "heh, this is nice" mentality...which may explain the decrease in blog posts. =D

I wish this photo were timestamped so that you could be impressed with my scholarly dedication.  I'm a bad photo student because I had taken a mere 6 photos this week (and all of a loaf of my rosemary bread), and resolved to get up to shoot the sunrise at our neighborhood park.

Except Britain doesn't have a sunrise.  Or a sun, for that matter.

I crawled out of bed at 6:45 am in order to catch the blessed event at 7:15.  I got to the park at 7, enjoyed the leafy scenery, set up my tripod, and faced east.

But the only sunrise I saw was a bit of reddishness in the sky...it's not even worth posting a photo.

So I continued wandering around the park, settling for photos of pigeons and squirrels (yeahhhh), but still no sunrise.  Blast and damn.  So I resigned myself to my fate and picked out a few urban shots (read: buses in front of apartment buildings) along with these autumnal views, but seriously...no sunrise?

To add insult to injury, someone in the flat below us caused a fuse or something to blow at quarter to 2 in the morning, setting off the electrical alarm in the whole building.  Needless to say, I won't be getting up to photograph tomorrow's sunrise...or lack thereof!