Hyde Park: London
The place is bigger than I thought it would be. I didn’t expect not to be able to see the end of it. But, encompassed by browning trees, blankets of leaves and flowered paths, the park holds a dam, old statues, residents' homes and little animals. I walked through, kicking up autumnal leaves and chasing pigeons or searching for squirrels. At one point, I came across a single lamppost standing black, tall and unlit. It was so odd that I didn’t move for fifteen minutes. I was waiting for Mr Tumnus from Narnia to jump out with a pipe flute. Alas, he did not. But, you find the places you’re looking for in these short moments. Let Narnia have its fiction, because England is made of so much more.
- Brad Harris