Back when I lived in London, I found that I had an occasional day to myself. I devoted many of these days to running errands and hiding inside from bad weather, but many more I dedicated to exploring the city.
On one particularly sunny afternoon in February, I threw on my coat, grabbed my camera, and hopped on the tube, unsure where I would end up. By the time we’d arrived at Westminster Station, I’d made up my mind.
I disembarked and made my way towards the south bank of the Thames, photographing everything that caught my eye.
I enjoy looking through old photographs. Aside from the obvious nostalgia involved in revisiting the past, I notice how much my photography skills have improved. Photos that I was once proud of now make me cringe a little bit.
Thinking back on my experiences, I sometimes wonder why I didn’t photograph certain things that I would definitely capture now. Similarly, I wonder why I bothered to capture certain things at all. At the time, certain things must have stood out to me more than others. Different things were important to me.
Erstwhile Expeditions is an ongoing series in which I reflect on my past travel experiences. I recently wrote about how I left my first overseas job after only four weeks and began searching for something better. In my last post, I wrote about the good times I spent with my amazing London flatmates.