Photography in Richmond | Morning scenes

it was early morning, and fog had formed over the Thames. The soft light of lamp posts melting the edges of everything around.

The air was cold and still, a quiet moment by the Richmond bridge. It was a very much London scene I remember as one of old movie I have seen a long time ago.

A silhouette of man with his dog fading into fog.

Perhaps it had always been this way, the town unfolding in winter's cold early morning.

Along the Thames, streetlights glow faintly, floating in the mist.

Photographs from Petersham Meadows, wrapped in the drifting mist of early morning.