So I took my guitar
And I threw down some chords
And some words I could sing without shame
And I soon had a song
I played it around
For some friends but they all said the same
They said music’s for fools
You should go back to school
The future is prisons and math
So I did what they said
Now my children are fed
‘Cause they pay me to do what I’m asked
I forgot all my songs
The words now are wrong
And I burned my guitar in a rage
But the fire came to rest
In your white velvet breast
So somehow I just know that it’s safe
Lyrics by Low, Death of a Salesman
*images made with love with Nikon D850, Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8E VR*
‘..through me you go into a city of weeping
through me you go into eternal pain
through me you go amongst the lost people’
― dante alighieri, the inferno
The images which follow were made in, of all places, a convent.
The ‘Convento de las Duenas’, tucked away in a quiet corner of Salamanca.
One can only imagine what passed through the minds, and souls, of those who walked these cloisters, once upon a time.
A different world.
Or is it?
Perhaps not so much.
*all images made with fujifilm x100f with fixed 23mm (35mm full frame equivalent) lens, tweaked in lightroom cc with fujifilm acros filter added in post*
“The bulls are my best friends.”
I translated to Brett.
“You kill your friends?” she asked.
“Always,” he said in English, and laughed. “So they don’t kill me.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
Graffiti emblazoned remains of a disused bull-fighting arena nestle uncomfortably behind bars amidst an affluent ‘urbanización’. Eerie silence shrouds the abandoned amphitheatre. Distant echoes linger amidst the litter strewn pens. Serried rows of cold concrete stand in witness to battle and blood.
A stone’s throw away children laugh in a newly completed park. Football pitches and gym equipment laid out amidst newly planted trees serve a different purpose to this stone enclosed ring.
Images made with Fujifilm X100F with fixed 23mm (35mm FF equivalent) and processed in Lightroom and Analog Efex Pro 2.
our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty”
― albert einstein
hoopoe, youpoe, weallpoe
if you’ve got it, flaunt it
who am i?
only the sunset knows my blind desire for the fleeting
only the moon understands the beauty of love
when held by a hand like the aura of nostalgia
– Nostalgia, Emily Barker and The Red Clay Halo
Inspirado en parte por la españa vacía, el libro escrito por sergio del molino
*imágenes realizadas con olympus om10, objetivo de 135mm f/3.5, película de blanco y negro de ilford, sin editar*
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
– The Road not taken, Robert Frost
An expedition along the Ruta de la Plata which traces the path of a still visible Roman road known as the Via de la plata.
Along the road which winds its way from Mérida to Astorga, we had a close encounter with a frisky bull and a less than adequate fence, (two) group(s) of brightly clad bikers, a couple of donkeys, some bees and some very friendly locals in a bar in Peñacaballera.
The incident with the bull involved a degree of clear, present and imminent danger and I felt stopping to take a portrait shot would perhaps have been inadvisable. The bull which features below was of a much calmer disposition, much less exciting than its cousin back along the way.
And of course there were photographs. There will probably also be blisters, aches and assorted pains.
‘It’s hard to believe
That there’s nobody out there
It’s hard to believe
That I’m all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry’
– Under the Bridge, Red Hot Chili Peppers
debajo del puente entre valdelagua y santa marta de tormes
imágenes realizadas con fujifiulm x100f con lente fija de 23 mm gracias al artista de graffiti
Oh, what a tangled web we weave…when first we practice to deceive
– Walter Scott, Marmion
Grafitti shot on the streets of Salamanca.
It’s time to return to shooting, writing, posting.
Time to return to living.
Be seeing you.
Images made with Nikon D700 and 70-200mm f/4 lens except ghostly figures made with Fujifilm X100F and 23mm lens