It was another one of those times where the plans and
results didn’t quite match up. Yesterday
afternoon I took a taxi over to Windsor Castle all set to get some amazing
photos of one of the Royal residence. Yep,
I was all full of myself. Let me tell you,
Karma spanks you not just by your actions but even by your intentions. By the time I got there the castle grounds
were already closed and tourists were making their way home. There weren’t a lot of great vantage points
to photograph the castle and I was in danger of returning to my hotel, a
photographic bust. Oh well, I’m still in
the UK, I’m sure I can find something else to photograph.
As has always been my preference I just walked about town letting
my eyes guide me. To be honest it wasn’t
the best of photography days. I did find
several interesting things but for the most part I kept my camera at my side, just
enjoying the scenery and taking in my own mental pictures. I followed the route the taxi took but veered
off from time to time to explore different little neighborhoods and hamlets. Being a bit hungry I stopped in the small
down of Datchet at a pub called “The Royal Stag”. What a difference from American watering
holes. Quiet, easy going blokes taking
in a pint, decompressing from their day.
No waitresses clamoring for a nice tip or obnoxious drunks or blaring
TVs. Just gentle folks enjoying each other’s
company.
I ended up walking all the way back to the hotel which was
just around four miles. It really was a
great experience but nothing you would see in my photos. Sometimes you need to put the camera down and
just be in the moment. Sometimes we need
to be that twig floating down a mighty river…
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