Oh, what a tangled web we weave…when first we practice to deceive
– Walter Scott, Marmion
Grafitti shot on the streets of Salamanca.
It’s time to return to shooting, writing, posting.
Time to return to living.
Be seeing you.
Images made with Nikon D700 and 70-200mm f/4 lens except ghostly figures made with Fujifilm X100F and 23mm lens
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
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*
“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.
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
I tell you, money can’t build your spire for you. Build it of gold and it would simply sink deeper
― William Golding, The Spire
It’s been a while since I have posted on any of my blogs, for many reasons.
This shot was taken with my Nikon D700 and Nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens (at 175mm,ISO200, f/9 and 1/80s). I was leaning precariously out of a window at the time and the lens was unsupported other than by my less than steady hand. Given that, I was quite happy with the result of the shot with only modest tweaking in Lightroom CC.
I really must get out, and shoot, more.
Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.
– W.H. Auden, The Dyer’s Hand
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – mirror
Shot with iPhone 6s, no edits.
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
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.
