26 August 2005 @ 21:09 in Life
A couple of nights ago, after a very dull, overcast day, and without any warning, the sky over London flashed from slate grey to a very unnatural and saturated orange for a few minutes before dying back to darkness. It was really odd, and put me in mind of Richard Burton's narration in Jeff Wayne's The War of the Worlds, where he talks of 'the weird and lurid landscape' of Earth as it's being suffocated under the red weed. The quality of the light as well as its colour was otherworldly - it filled our front room with bright, flat, gold light for minutes - and I wouldn't have been surprised to learn that there was a huge fire raging nearby, or that we actually were under attack from Martian forces. I thought we were the only ones really to see it - a foolishly self-important thought in a city of almost 7.5m people - but a comment on the only photo I got of the event led me to find loads of other people on Flickr who had managed to capture much more convincing shots that I.
The picture above is from this guy, but there were also some great shots to be had here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. Gotta love Flickr.
In other news, we had a fire drill today at work, but since it was such a nice day, standing around outside for a quarter of an hour was actually most pleasant. At lunchtime I wandered around Fitzrovia taking pictures for my photoblog; if I don't spot anything else good over the next few days, I have a surplus from today that I can continue to post.