sardines

Sardines, paella and humanity
In Valdelagua

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We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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DSC_6423stirred

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DSC_6426salted

DSC_6428burned

DSC_6437queued

DSC_6452smoked

DSC_6456shovelled

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All shots taken with Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 lens in Manual mode and ISO200. All other settings made on the fly using the camera’s on board exposure meter, plus I confess to drinking and shooting.

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Huevos fritos (fried eggs)

Huevos fritos in Valdelagua.

A photo essay in black and white.

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What happens when people open their hearts?
They get better
―Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

fingered
(three)legged
resigned
seated
poured
stacked
seated (again)
cooked
spotted
branded
pulled
fried
wired
bugged


A social event involving fried eggs, a certain suspension of disbelief, and a bug.

And, the additional application of manual settings.

This was a tough test of my manual aspirations, I had to adjust ISO, aperture and shutter speed. These images are far from perfect but they were an interesting challenge.

All images were made with my Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 lens.

This time out I chose to shoot in JPEG (fine) and use the Nikon monochrome picture control. Yes, it was an experiment. The images were processed in Lightroom CC but all I did was to make some crops and apply the lens profile adjustments that I referred to in an earlierpost.

And you, what do…

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strawberry fields

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.

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out in the midday sun | 2

The second of a series of weekly essays documenting life as an Englishman living in Spain.

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The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

How could a weekly blog post about the life of an Englishman living in Spain not include a reference to those words spoken by Audrey Hepburn paying the part of Eliza Doolittle in the movie My Fair Lady which in turn was based on George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion?

Often misquoted as ‘the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain’, or is it just me that constantly misquotes it? Probably. So much for that expensive private education and my success in English Literature examinations which included, as it happens, studying Pygmalion. But, as I said in my opening essay, I like to think my education taught me to think, not to remember things. So there you are.

Anyway, I think it is a reasonably well established fact that English people, at home and abroad, like to talk about the weather. A…

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face me (!)

Mirandome?

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Fighting for peace, is like f***ing for chastity
― Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis

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I took this shot today during a photo shoot in Salamanca which I think will give me material for two more posts – featuring pianos and the work of Henry Moore.

But, for now, take a look at that face!

for wordpress weekly photo challenge – face

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm af-s f/4G lens, no edits*

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ciudad rodrigo

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.

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out in the midday sun | 1

Yesterday, on my personal blog, I kicked off the first of 52 weekly essays under the general heading ‘out in the midday sun’. Each week, I will write about my experiences as an Englishman living in Spain and I will repost them here.

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For the last 52 weeks, each Thursday, I’ve been publishing a chapter in a serial story which I called dark | side | thursday. Each chapter comprised exactly 500 words (and yes, I’ve checked), usually accompanied by a photograph. Well, that story reached its climax today, although actually there was little climactic about it. At various times my story was referred to as Dickensian in scale and even, to my utter delight, a brief comparison was made to the frankly incomparable, in my view at least, Stephen King. I was also variously accused of going round in endless circles and irritating my readers with too much ambiguity, and a scantily clad plot.

The reality is that when I kicked off the project I doubted that it would last a month, never mind be completed and on time to boot. And yes, it was, both. Despite, well, despite a…

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