“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.
‘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
don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for, empty chairs at empty tables
― lyrics from empty chairs at empty tables, les miserables
I shot these images of empty chairs at empty tables around the Plaza Mayor in Salamanca, a couple of weeks ago, planned to post them and then quite forgot to do so.
I post them now in a moment of reflection, to remember all those who have lost loved ones in Brussels this week, and for so many others, in so many places in the world, who have lost their lives as victims of senseless violence.
United we stand.
“Men shout to avoid listening to one another”
― Miguel de Unamuno
for wordpress weekly photo challenge – harmony
Life imitates art far more than art imitates life
― Oscar Wilde
for wordpress weekly photo challenge – life imitates art