Graveyard adventure

One of my absolute favourite places here in London is the many squares, parks and gardens that create an often peaceful sanctuary away from noise and traffic, a place where you can take a walk, get some fresh air or read in quiet on a bench beneath the tall London plane trees.

For many weeks i have had St Pancras Gardens written on the list of things I wanted to explore the minute I had the time but have been waiting for the right weather to do it, especially as the heat of the last few days have made me seek the coolness of my room (I know, it’s super spoiled to be moaning about the heat and humidity but I’m from Denmark! We are not used to 24 degrees at the end of May). So when I woke up this morning to a cloudy, overcast sky perfect for photography, I knew what I was going to do.

I don’t often venture north of Euston Road, so it was rather unfamiliar territory and streets I saw on my short walk up to St Pancras Gardens. I truely enjoyed the walk, as i walked up on the more quiet streets, at least in comparison with the constant car and people traffic of busy Euston Road, but I scolded myself for not remembering to bringsunglasses. While being here I have developed an allergy to the plane trees (something I did not suffer from back home) and I could already feel my eyes tickling but didn’t let that ruin my mood.

When I came to the park I was surprised by two things; how pretty the gates were with their golden leaf ornaments and how many people used the park to eat lunch or read in. To me, this garden is a bit secluded, compared to the other central parks that I go to but maybe that’s just coming from someone living in Bloomsbury. It is also as much graveyard as it is a garden.

Even with the other people (Ok, there weren’t that many, maybe 10 or so in total) it felt like a very peaceful place to be and the green grass and the green leaves from the tall plane trees creating a rustling ceiling above me, made me feel very calm but also a slightly bid morbid, as I walked past the many gravestones and tombs.

Now that I no longer have to use all of my time, energy and focus on studying I have been trying to learn how to use my camera manually and really enjoyed having the time to walk around to take photographs and just play around with the settings, trying out different things and exploring how I prefer my exposures (apparantly I prefer to underexpose a lot of my photographs).

Despite the slight morbidity in it, I found that many of the tombs and stones were decorated rather nicely and were very well suited for some pretty photographs. I especially loved the Tom Hardy tree, where tombstones from somewhere else had been moved to the foot of the tree that had then decided to grow itself up between the ancient, worn stones, creating a kind of art work out of nature and decay.

I would have stayed longer to enjoy the tranquility of the garden but when a homeless guy walked past with a dog, while talking a bit too loudly to himself, I decided that it was enough weirdness for one day, no matter how nice the garden is and made my canvas shoes lead me back to the house. *



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