So I took my guitar
And I threw down some chords
And some words I could sing without shame
And I soon had a song
I played it around
For some friends but they all said the same
They said music’s for fools
You should go back to school
The future is prisons and math
So I did what they said
Now my children are fed
‘Cause they pay me to do what I’m asked
I forgot all my songs
The words now are wrong
And I burned my guitar in a rage
But 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*
‘..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*
“The bulls are my best friends.”
I translated to Brett.
“You kill your friends?” she asked.
“Always,” he said in English, and laughed. “So they don’t kill me.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
Graffiti emblazoned remains of a disused bull-fighting arena nestle uncomfortably behind bars amidst an affluent ‘urbanización’. Eerie silence shrouds the abandoned amphitheatre. Distant echoes linger amidst the litter strewn pens. Serried rows of cold concrete stand in witness to battle and blood.
A stone’s throw away children laugh in a newly completed park. Football pitches and gym equipment laid out amidst newly planted trees serve a different purpose to this stone enclosed ring.
Images made with Fujifilm X100F with fixed 23mm (35mm FF equivalent) and processed in Lightroom and Analog Efex Pro 2.
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
*imágenes realizadas con olympus om10, objetivo de 135mm f/3.5, película de blanco y negro de ilford, sin editar*
‘It’s hard to believe
That there’s nobody out there
It’s hard to believe
That I’m all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry’
– Under the Bridge, Red Hot Chili Peppers
debajo del puente entre valdelagua y santa marta de tormes
imágenes realizadas con fujifiulm x100f con lente fija de 23 mm gracias al artista de graffiti
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……
i woke to the sound of rain
― sylvia plath, the bell jar
in the rain
on the pane
*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*
“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.
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.
Every Easter, a series of processions are held around the streets of Salamanca. This was the final one on Sunday, 16 April 2017.
Shot with Fujifilm X100F