Yesterday, when I first emerged from the Tube, I found myself behind a woman dressed all in red. I noticed her hair first, but as I walked along behind her, I realized that everything about her was some shade or hue of red, except for her yellow backpack. Because I was behind her, I took her picture.
Only this evening did I realize that I actually managed to get a picture of her from the front, as well--a good 10 or 15 minutes later, when I turned around on the south end of the Millennium Bridge and took the picture of St. Paul's that half the people coming off of that bridge take. (And who wouldn't? The bridge was designed to create this view.) There she is, off on the right.
I realize that this post will make everyone hope never to be near me on city streets. But seriously, I wouldn't have put up the pictures at all but for the fact that her overall look was so bold and good, right down to her black and red striped hand-warmer no-finger gloves--and it's so funny to me that I was completely oblivious to her once I'd taken her picture and passed her by, way back on the other side of St. Paul's.
Once again, my head has been cleared of unnecessary outgrowths and seems all the happier for it.