One of my best friends since childhood, Linda, was in town with her husband and son, and we did the tourist thing last Good Friday and went to the Tower of London. I'm absolutely kicking myself I've never been there before - it's fabulous! Can't wait to bring Mr. Dot (he's English, how could he have never been?). We stayed til it a charming man in a red dress kicked us out (it was, after all, closing time).
As we left, this flurry of giant white flowers rushed past us. Note sign above the bridesmaid's head: Lady Getty. It seems so Days of Yore, with a modern twist.
It was just a flash and a few seconds: adjust the bride, move on, get the wedding photos taken before we lose the light.
Spring has suddenly burst into life here in London. This is a wonderful time to be alive. There's a scientific explanation: all this rain and cold weather has meant that the flowers been chomping at the bit to come out. It's gorgeous.
And yet.. there's something so poignant and sad for me about this time: all those daffodils, all these beautiful bulb flowers that come up and see the sunshine for such a brief time. They flower and hope we'll see how beautiful they are, and then they disappear again. Into the earth for a whole year more.
There's something so beautiful to me about the fleeting moment: this flower will never show its face in quite this way again, and this bride, in this moment.. well, you get my drift.
I wonder if the wedding party realised the irony of their choice of location: inside the tower sits, amongst the other treasures, another costume: Henry the 8th's last jousting outfit (alas, he was too unfit to joust in it). And let's face it: this guy saw more brides in his lifetime, than most of us have shoes.
It couldn't be more opposite from a bride's frothy soft material: this is hard and metallic, protecting the King's Manhood. (Alas, that same Manhood didn't produce a male heir, but did give us Elizabeth the First, which counts for something).
I'm off now, with camera, to see what's out there. Hope it's sunny where you are. Go forth, beautiful flowers, and multiply.