Every picture of the Heath is a painting, and this one of Hampstead’s No 1 Pond is no different. It aches to be set on canvas. An end of summer project perhaps? Whenever I’m feeling too closed in from living in the city, a walk on the Heath sets me straight. Quacking ducks, barking dogs, rustling leaves, and — if you’re lucky — a bit of sun gives this spot of nature in the midst of London the power to mend a tired soul.
We went to the UT tower today (1 Aug.) and took the tour up to the top to see the fabulous bird’s eye view. It wasn’t until we returned to the bottom to collect our bags from the locker that we realized today was the 49th anniversary of the shooting. Bizarre coincidence.
Frida y Diego’s blue house recreated in the Bronx.
The view of the Statue of Liberty from the circle line boat. It was fine weather for cruising down the Hudson.
Serene…that is the vibe here.