I hate apathy but from time to time I can’t help to feel completely bored with everything around me. Usually the first thing to be contaminated by this hideous state of mind are my photographs (and indeed this blog). I have no desire whatsoever to take a photograph, to think about it or even to post some around here. Not even Instagram is safe.
I feel a fog of dullness covering my mind, it doesn’t go away unless I do something about it, but it feels more and more difficult to overcome it with every day that passes by. I really hate this state.
Anyways, that being said, here I leap on by sharing a photograph I took on my last trip to Paris (a work trip so all the photographs I made were at night)
Somewhere there’s a land where clouds walk through lonely streets, where the sea is magical and whimsical, where your mind fog is erased.
Well… 2018 is finally here. 2017 has been a really strange year… the end of some projects, the beginning of some others, bad things to beloved beloved friends but another good stuff for some other friends. Whatever. Strange year.
Flicking through the pages of my planners (yep, 3 this year, as I used a notebook after a notebook to fill my year) a lot of stuff has happened. I haven’t travelled as much as 2016, just a little. I finished my course, done my internship and finally managed to stay in the company doing something not even remotely related to my studies but strangely something that I love and in the company of good fellas. Still learning and I love it.
No one gets far unless he accomplishes the impossible at least once a day.
Somehow it seems as if I haven’t done many things (not true, actually), am I growing old maybe?? Hope not!!!
Anyway, I want to make a lot of new stuff for 2018, new projects and adventures lie ahead, I’m sure of it. Now 2018 is promising to be a year of changes, to make some decisions (ugh). No room for apathy in 2018!!!
** Side note: and of course, bringing all my nerdiness and freakness along. Hell yeah, this is me!
He loved music so much he didn’t care the disagreement caused in the heart of his family, he just couldn’t live without music, without his trumpet and his jazz. He left his home to follow a dream and even though the path was difficult and scary, he finally made it.
Sculpture of a trumpet player in Kobe, Japan.
Autumn is my favourite season. The light is just magnificent, the smells of the cold breeze at night and the delicious roasted chestnuts, the changing colours of the leaves and the first rains.
For me, autumn means to take out my wool scarf and hat, shorten days but an incredible light. Clouds, some rain, leaves everywhere, photographs of all of it.
But, unfortunately, this year is not going really well. Autumn weather is not still here, the heat is incredible high compared to years back, the rain, the scarf and the hats are missing and it doesn’t seem like they’re going to be coming anytime soon.
It’s a shame what we’re all doing with our nature, our Earth, our future. Still, autumn is my favourite season, even if it doesn’t exist anymore in Madrid.
Ps: this is Aranjuez (a great place to photograph autumn) a few years ago.
Are you sure you want to go out on All Hallows’ Eve?