Last week I left the eastern seaboard for a seven hour hop across the pond to glorious London. “London in February?” was the quizzical response from a few well wishers to my extended vacation-a three week ‘mini sabbatical’ of spending time with friends, writing, photographing and strolling around in silence through the city’s green spaces. London is fabulous at any time of year, and there is one place in particular that is equally beautiful under cold gray rain or sunny blue skies: Hyde Park and the adjoining Kensington Gardens. In a city of over 8 million residents, where the metropolis sprawls upward and outward at an ever more rapid clip, where there isn’t enough sidewalk space to contain the foot traffic from spilling into the street, and where interesting glass skyscrapers with names like the Gherkin, the Shard and, now, the soon to be Walkie-Talkie, continue to recreate the skyline, this park remains a serene respite from it all. The dogs frolic as their owners stroll behind them (wearing their Wellies in the mud), the mist comes off the grass in the mornings, and the sun sets between the trees in the evenings. At the Italian Gardens, where this photo was taken, just a short distance off a major city road, birds of all kinds, from swans to pigeons to ones whose names I don’t know, glide along the waterway and preen themselves in the fountains. It is a place of rest, and joy, and peace.
Image taken and copyrighted by Verena Radulovic