I like the vein of water that flows though London like a knife through jam, not butter. Today I headed to Putney, because I heard a pond was empty, but that is another story.
I turned my lens on the river, this is what I got.
I like the vein of water that flows though London like a knife through jam, not butter. Today I headed to Putney, because I heard a pond was empty, but that is another story.
I turned my lens on the river, this is what I got.
