Battersea Park

So what does it say about me that every time I started to write the name of this park we regularly go to here in London which is called Battersea Park, I typed Battery Park which is in New York. The mind has a weird way of nudging you even when it knows that a nudge is not required.
There's not much to tell about Battersea Park,  it's just one of the parks I like best of the ones available to us because it's usually less crowded than other parks, it's on the water, and there are fountains and installations there which are fun to photograph. Even though I love Fall, it's nice to think about the summer that is now gone...

Now it's too cold to eat an ice cream cone in a London park.


The extra-furry dog below is one of our two; she's the spazzy, brings-the-crazy, younger one. The odds of catching her in a moment "at rest" where I can take a picture of her are akin to those of your average politician being honest, so, when I see an opportunity, I take it.


Sometimes, flowers that are monochromatic are more soothing to look at for me than ones bursting with vivid colors. I don't know what these are (anyone?) but I especially liked the way they looked against the color of the plants behind them.


This little guy was the antithesis of our spazz-fest (whose name is Myrka by the way). He was just like tranquil water to her lively fountain.