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esperando el sol
So I took my guitar
And I threw down some chords
And some words I could sing without shameAnd I soon had a song
I played it around
For some friends but they all said the sameThey said music’s for fools
You should go back to school
The future is prisons and mathSo I did what they said
Now my children are fed
‘Cause they pay me to do what I’m askedI forgot all my songs
The words now are wrong
And I burned my guitar in a rageBut the fire came to rest
In your white velvet breast
So somehow I just know that it’s safe
Lyrics by Low, Death of a Salesman
*images made with love with Nikon D850, Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8E VR*
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*
isla de soto
our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty”
― albert einstein
misty ambiguity
twist
reedy
exhausted
haven
hoopoe, youpoe, weallpoe
crossed
fallen
if you’ve got it, flaunt it
nesting
setting goals
black redstart
bs
who am i?
farewell wordpress wpc
Like many people, I suspect, I am saddened to see the unannounced demise of the WordPress weekly photo challenge. In the early days of salamancastreets the weekly prompts from the WordPress team often offered a much needed spur to action, created a platform and built a community.
The WordPress team, and their occasional guests, created a cherished sense of community. They will be missed.
How to choose a favourite? Not exactly Sophie’s Choice I know, but hey guys, you may be ripping out the soul from your blogging platform. Why not at least have issued some kind of warning, canvassed opinion, or even sought out those willing to carry the torch?
So, I publish again my very first photo for this esteemed challenge.
See also my posts on belgradestreets, andytownend and belgianstreets……
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.
frame
To the complaint, ‘There are no people in these photographs,’ I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.
― Ansel Adams
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – frame
*Shot with Nikon D700 and AF 80-200mm f/2.8 D lens, ISO200, 100mm f/2.8 1/800s, edited in Lightroom CC and Analog Efex Pro 2*
See also my contribution at andytownend
Huevos fritos (fried eggs)
Huevos fritos in Valdelagua.
A photo essay in black and white.
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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