i can't believe it's been three years since i was in london and observed the grieving over princess diana's death. today marks the anniversary. we'd just arrived a week before. i'll never forget my friend lynn coming to my door and telling me the news that sunday morning. it was a somber day.

i went to church at st. paul's cathedral and met my british friend for lunch. we sat in his car and listened to the queen's speech on the radio. my friends and i walked to hyde park and wandered through the crowds of mourners. i witnessed something so surreal. like something you'd see in a movie: people kneeling on the ground praying to make-shift shrines of candles and magazine photos. walked past store windows covered over with photos. bought newspapers detailing her life. we watched over the next couple days as the gathering of flowers became unreal. the smell in the air was so sweet and overwhelming. we walked past the lines of people who waited for days to sign condolences books. woke up early and watched the funeral procession coverage for several hours and cried.

i guess the most interesting (if you could consider it that) thing was being able to see the transformation of emotions and attitudes toward diana, her death, the royals, the paparazzi and the investigations as they occured over three months while we were there.

these pictures were taken around the 1st and 3rd days after diana's death. i never have scanned in the ones that were taken a week or so after -- the images that are so "famous" and memorable -- like the ones of the flowers stretching out so far from the gates of her home.