Look down. Beneath the rumble of traffic, below the overgrown bridge, in the hidden underside, there is life.
Look deeper. Between the cracked paving stones and the boarded-up houses and the piled-up bins and the feet of the unforgiving crowd, there is life.
Look up. Raise your eyes from asphalt and straight white lines. Let them meet the spirit of another. There is life.
Scenes from some of my recent ‘walks’ in London.