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When you play, never mind who listens to you
― Robert Schumann

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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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Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned

Virginia Woolf

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I took this shot yesterday during a photoshoot for my (relatively) new photo-reportage site salamancastreets.

My post (which will feature some graffiti) from that shoot has not been finalised but this image seemed to fit the challenge perfectly?

for wordpress weekly photo challenge – face

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 50mm af-s f/1.4G lens , no edits*

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Empty Chairs

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.
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La Montanera

These shots were taken in the Mercado Central, just off the Plaza Mayor, as the market was closing. The stalls, that sell fresh meat, seafood, and vegetables were being cleaned and hosed down. As luck had it, our hosts seemed to know most of those working on the various stalls, including La Montanera.

Copious amounts of vino tinto were imbibed as Dionisio demonstrated his exemplary carving skills.

I can vouch for the fact that the jamon he sliced was delicious. As was the vino tinto…
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