Author Archives: Joy Hendrickson

In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high … Continue reading →

From the top of the bus she could see the vast bowl of London spreading out to the horizon: splendid shops with mannequins in the window, interesting people and already a much bigger world. ― Julia Gregson  

The canal was opened to great fanfare in 1820. Initially a commercial failure, by the mid 19th century the canal had become busy and profitable. It carried timber, building materials and coal to King’s Cross Station from the industrial north. It … Continue reading →

As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. ― Virginia Woolf You will have a pleasant walk today. I shall … Continue reading →

All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again. ― Henry Scott-Holland Highgate cemetery … 178 … Continue reading →

London opens to you like a novel itself… It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, doors and passages. – Anna Quindlen   Having a blast in … Continue reading →

London, London, London town, You can toughen up or get thrown around.” ― Kano Or just open your eyes …  

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity? ― Charlotte Brontë, Regent’s … Continue reading →

Caution … enter this city at your own risk!   Images dancing in light and dark 💃🏼 … One night there is color, the next day, black and white …