Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky
― Khalil Gibran
1/1000s f/5.6 ISO 64
*Images made, handheld, with Nikon D850 and AF-2 Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8E VR lens*
Every man’s life ends the same way.
It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another
– Ernest Hemingway
With thanks to Felix and Mamen, and our fellow guests, for a beautiful evening full of light, good food and wine, and the opportunity to photographs the bulls on a glorious late summer evening.
Gracias a Felix y Mamen, y a nuestros compañeros invitados, por una hermosa noche llena de luz, buena comida y vino, y la oportunidad de fotografiar a los toros en una gloriosa tarde de verano.
*All images made with Nikon D700 with Nikkor 200-500mm f/5.6 lens*
I wonder, would it be true and fair to describe Spain as the home of ‘fiestas’?
Each town, each community, often has more than one day set aside each year to celebrate one thing, or another.
Perhaps none has a celebration quite as distinctive as that held in Salamanca each year. Hot on the heels of the solemn processions and religous observance over Easter comes Lunes de Agua.
Literally ‘water Monday’, the (half) day fiesta which begins in the middle of the afternoon, on the Monday which follows Easter Monday, brings everyone in the family (young and old) together to celebrate the day on which, by long-standing tradition (dating back to the reign of Felipe II) the prostitutes of this ancient University city, banished during Semana Santa from its beautiful streets and plazas, were repatriated (with pomp and circumstance) from the far side of the river Tormes by boat. The option of simply walking back across the Roman bridge which lies in the shadow of the cathedrals apparently deemed inappropriate due to the nature and terms of their employment also described as ‘living in sin’.
The students of the city did not miss this opportunity to hold a wine soaked riverside party as they took to their oars to return the banished to their place of work.
To this day students of all ages are released from their studies to celebrate this liberation, friends and family across the city seize the moment to come together and celebrate.
A slightly less salacious aspect of the day is the tradition of eating hornazo, a delicious savoury pastry that (in my view at least) is best consumed after a long walk and accompanied by a decent bottle of red.
Which brings me to my photos, taken during a walk with friends at Ganadería Herederos Angel Sánchez Sánchez in the beautiful provincial countryside just a few km outside the city.
And yes, with thanks to our kind hosts and friends, hornazo and decent red were consumed.
*all photos shot with fujifilm x100f with fixed 23mm lens (35mm full frame equivalent) developed in lightroom cc with fujifilm ‘provia’ simulation applied*
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.
living is easy with eyes closed
misunderstanding all you see
– lyrics from strawberry fields forever, the beatles
The third in a series of photographic posts featuring a group of friends hiking in the beautiful countryside in the province of Salamanca, Spain.
El tercero de una serie de publicaciones fotográficas que ofrecen un grupo de amigos en excursiones en el hermoso campo en la provincia de Salamanca, España.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us
― Iris Murdoch
The second in a series of photographic posts featuring a group of friends hiking in the beautiful countryside in the province of Salamanca, Spain.
El segundo de una serie de publicaciones fotográficas que ofrecen un grupo de amigos en excursiones en el hermoso campo en la provincia de Salamanca, España.
The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you’re supposed to go up and down when you’re supposed to go down.
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
The first in a series of photographic posts featuring a group of friends hiking in the beautiful countryside in the province of Salamanca, Spain.