Sunday morning and I was off on a two-fold mission...to both check out venues for to hatch my Plans for World Domination and to collect a few more stations on the Piccadilly line. With brain busy with Evil Machinations, I blithely got on the first bus from L's house which turned out to be a 19. Realised that this didn't go via South Ken, missed the stop at Knightsbridge so took the chance to hop out at Hyde Park Corner instead.
Always loved the phrase 'Hyde Park Corner'; it's another Olde London Place name that reeks of Dickensian streets scenes and pea-soupers. It's also one of the stations collected on a disposable camera back in December 2006, that turned out to be little but grey fog, so this seems a fortuitous chance to collect it again properly. I was sad not to have had the pictures I took of the tiling come out in any usable form..
HPC is one of those stations that doesn't have a surface building. Instead there's a portico into the netherworld, and because this is a nice part of London there are graceful leaves carved into the walls and it doesn't smell of wee.
Always loved the phrase 'Hyde Park Corner'; it's another Olde London Place name that reeks of Dickensian streets scenes and pea-soupers. It's also one of the stations collected on a disposable camera back in December 2006, that turned out to be little but grey fog, so this seems a fortuitous chance to collect it again properly. I was sad not to have had the pictures I took of the tiling come out in any usable form..
HPC is one of those stations that doesn't have a surface building. Instead there's a portico into the netherworld, and because this is a nice part of London there are graceful leaves carved into the walls and it doesn't smell of wee.
Russell Sq, Holborn, Piccadilly Circus, Hyde Park Corner.
I've been sulking about these stations since my return from London in mid-December. Stupidly I forgot my camera on my recent trip, and then the battery gave out on B's digital after the assault on the East London Line...so in order to continue the project was forced into getting a cheapee disposable at Knightsbridge before my trip to Cambs to deliver a rather fine banyan to
How quickly one adjusts to the instant playback and gratification of the digital age. However there was a pleasant sense of tension and anticipation to have to put the film in for development and wait...the frisson of expectation when the envelope of pictures arrived, but oh! the crushing disappointment - most of the shots are rubbish. Not rubbish in that they are poor composition but worse in that they are mostly blank - dark, grainy and unreadable rubbish. Some shots I remember taking are missing altogether - presumably because they are just blank grey exposed film with no visible image as such present.

