dante

‘..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*

la españa vacía

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

cerrada

mordaz

vacía

retorcido

camino

bloqueado

ironía

mordido

presionado

acerbo

después

abatimiento

refugio

desolado

centinela


*imágenes realizadas con olympus om10, objetivo de 135mm f/3.5, película de blanco y negro de ilford, sin editar*

lloviendo

i woke to the sound of rain
― sylvia plath, the bell jar

see me

the face

in the rain

see me

the fingers

on the pane

see me

before

i am

wiped

away


*one of a series of shots made in salamanca with my ancient olympus om10, with zuiko 50mm f/1.8 lens, and loaded with ilford xp2 super ISO 400 film*

plaza

“Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun


We often spend time wondering who, where, or perhaps what we are.

What we’d rather be.

Maybe, our lives would be better if we simply accepted who we are, where we are.

And what we have.

Let the rain wash over us, cleanse us.

Make us whole again.

And maybe then, we’d rather not need to be anything that we are not.

Already.


A thoughtful piece for this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo challenge which posed the rhetorical question ‘I’d rather be’

And, in an odd way, the fact that each of these shots was captured, in Salamanca’s Plaza Mayor, with a 35 year old Olympus OM 10 with a battered Zuiko 50mm f/1.8 lens and a fresh roll of Ilford XP2 Super ISO400, and posted here edit free, says something about where I’d rather be too.

Perhaps.

Huevos fritos (fried eggs)

Huevos fritos in Valdelagua.

A photo essay in black and white.

andy townend

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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