This weekend, Canary Wharf hosted a small ice sculpture festival. Of course, I went there with a head full of images of those massive ice sculptures they do in Harbin, only to feel thoroughly underwhelmed … Firstly, the sculptures were, of course, much smaller. Secondly, it was too warm and everything was melting. I was wishing I had brought a pair of wellies; there were puddles everywhere! No, I was wearing my very old Converse trainers which are all falling apart and therefore not really suited for walking in water … (I love them too much to throw them away.) But still, I had a nice afternoon taking pictures and socializing with people from my university’s photographic society.
Wishing you all a nice weekend too …
Also, this is the perfect time to share one of my favourite songs: Ice Hotel by Stacey Kent
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