The eye should learn to listen before it looks
― Robert Frank
canned, and on the bench
a load of bull
don’t
feeling prickly?
dealing…
brittle
wired
blowing in the wind
toothsome
long and winding (but not yellow brick)
branching out
kerouac(ing)
*all images made on 1 January 2024, with Nikon F5, AF Nikkor 80-200mm 1:2.D ED lens and Ilford HP5 Plus film, negatives developed by Carmencita Film Lab, then scanned with Nikon D850 and ES-2 Film Digitizing Adapter*
People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I have neglected my photography (and writing), and you my readers (those who may still be here) for a while.
So, on a hot (thirty degrees) late Spring day, I took off along the local track that always has a story to tell, each season offering a new and different tale.
Today that tale was of desiccated vegetation, and poppies, just past their prime.
*all images made with Nikon D850 and AF-S Nikkor 24-70 f/2.8E ED VR lens*
“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms”
― Kobayashi Issa, Poems
A follow up to my last post featuring more photos captured during a walk along the banks of the river Tormes in Salamanca…
*All images with Nikon D850 and AF-S Nikkor 70-200mm 1:2.8E FL ED VR lens, and some glorious February sunshine!*
dancin' and prancin' in jingle bell square in the frosty air giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet - lyrics from jingle bell rock, tarja
the incredible shrunken man…
…catch a falling star
choices…
…standing man
…cervantes
imposition…
…got my eyes on you
pa-e-lla…
shelling out for christmas…
…pointing man
reach for the sky
cherche la grenouille
rapunzel’s bad hair day
hemmed in
men in hats (lazy)
another imposition
I spy an eye
framed
ho ho, ho
now, let’s go over that again…
crossed out
christmas cell
jingle bell rock
…the morning after
*all images made with Nikon D850 and AF-S Nikkor 35mm f1.4 G lens, plus a dash of humour*
You always own the option of having no opinion.
There is never any need to get worked up or to trouble your soul about things you can’t control.
These things are not asking to be judged by you.
Leave them alone– Meditations, Marcus Aurelius
It has been a long time since I posted here actively, or at all, and I do keep promising to remedy that.
For several years these pages, and others, have sustained and inspired me through difficult times.
So, with no promises, I’m back for a moment, perhaps longer.
The images which follow were captured on a walk on Saturday, 30 September. The skies were a deep blue, the temperature was around 33C and some, who saw my related posts on Facebook, asked where I was. The answer was not Australia, or somewhere in Africa, as some reasonably surmised. No, I was a short walk away from home in the province of Salamanca, on the last day in September. The dusty red paths a testament to the reality of climate change.
There is no particular theme or message in my photos.
They are simply what caught me attention (again) on a well trodden path…
It is good to write and shoot again.
*all images made with my fujifilm x100f and its fixed 23mm f/2 lens, minimally edited in Lightroom with Fujifilm’s luscious velvia profile*
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Images from a well travelled path, each season something different, and yet the song remains the same.
Under these cloud splattered big blue skies, in this place, there is plenty of time (and space) to think.
About what would make things right (because, they aren’t).
Images made with Nikon D850 with AF-S Nikon 14-24mm 1:2.8G ED lens.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more― Lord Byron
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house
– Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
“O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate.
This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now.
In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus, L’été
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