Morning Walk to Work

I took a roundabout walk to work yesterday morning, taking the tube to Tottenham Court Road and then walking northwest with my camera through Fitzrovia and St. John's Wood. I really ought to do that kind of thing more often. I feel so much better when I've had some exercise and accomplished something mildly creative -- and after-work photo walks are no longer an option because the sun sets too early.

We had dinner last night at the home of one of Dave's students, who's considering a major in music education. His parents wanted to talk about college possibilities and that sort of thing. I was just along for the ride, me and my ridiculous Movember moustache, which I felt the need to explain. ("I don't always look like this!") I'm going to have to keep my head down socially all month.

Did I mention that I finished putting together this year's book of my favorite photographs? It's not in my online bookstore yet because I need to see the prototype and make sure it's what I want -- it should arrive sometime next week. (I'm having it shipped to school so I can avoid having to schlep all the way to Bermondsey to pick it up, which is what I had to do last year because the package-delivery people just could not figure out our home address.) I always enjoy putting this book together, and each year I think I see improvement. I'm also experimenting with a larger format, a coffee-table book size, so we'll see how that goes. Hopefully my relatives reading this aren't rolling their eyes and thinking, "Oh, god, not another one!"

(Photo: Still waking up, in Marylebone, yesterday morning.)