castronuño

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

It’s been a while since I posted here, more than four months to be (almost) precise.

A lot has happened in that time.

It’s time to return, to re-engage.

So, rather than write pages and pages explaining my absence, I thought I would share some photos from a walk by the river, yesterday, in Castronuño.

A few small slices of life, under the Spanish sun.

Presented, more or less in the order that they were shot.

Be seeing you.

As you sow, so shall you reap

On the bench
Double life
Hung out to dry
Flattened flatiron
Perspective
Exposed
Work, the curse of the drinking classes
This is what happens when you drink too much
People who live in Castronuño shouldn’t throw stones
No man is an island
If I were a tree
Tales of the riverbank
All good things
There must be some kind of way outta here
So leave alone the grass that I am under
There’s no one thing that’s true
Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way
On the menu
Gilded cage
I want to do whatever common people do

All images made with Fujifilm X100F and 23mm fixed lens

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