It's kind of maddening that I can't tag this location properly, given its significance. This is Hope square.
If you've been walking through Liverpool Street station and seen the bronze statues but never really given them a second though, you may not know that they are part of a memorial created by Frank Meisler to show gratitude to the British people for saving the lives of 10k unaccompanied children, mostly Jewish, who fled from Nazi persecution in 1938 & 1939.
How incredible to see the events on the world stage today, from earlier reports from the BBC and other newscasters of the numerous children separated from their parents and guardians and held in cages for indefinite periods of time, to the more recent concerns over Brexit and the policies potential for not just threatening internal British ties, but also the proverbial middle finger it extends to our neighbouring countries and the alliances forged across Europe.
35mm film ✌🏾 Everyone who's interested in doing a 35mm photowalk hit the link in my profile so we can set a date and get things movin 💪🏾😊 . . . Two things you can't tell about this image. 1st is that this guy was so stinking drunk that you could hear (and smell) him coming from 100mwters away. He was stumbling and cussing all the way down the road, not anything menacing, but he was loud and he had lost all concept of personal space. The 2nd is that I had a sleeping baby strapped to my chest. Everyday I had a sleeping baby strapped to my chest, because my daughter was an anti-sleep God! She would wake at 1am and would go back to sleep till 6/7am and her idea of a nap was a 15min reset power charger that would get her through another 4-5 hours of energy filled mania. It took me a couple months to figure out that she was most content and quiet when she was strapped to my chest, so every day, I'd pick up my camera and a rucksack of snacks (@thealexandermilesgallery do you remember that fateful visit!?) And hit the streets. We'd walk and I'd chat to her snapping photos on my way, and eventually she'd fall asleep and I'd try to find a nearby coffee shop to rest my legs and get some lunch. Some days I'd walk 6hours with her happily smiling / snoring away. And I would meet incredible people! Like this guy who was so loud I worried he would wake her up, and when I told him she was sleeping he got even louder apologising profusely and nearly crying. In a bid to get him to stop I asked to take a picture and he stopped talk-shouting and trembling for these blessed 7 sec.