The light at the end of the tunnel

No matter what, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.

Worries and sadness don’t last forever.

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On analogue photography

One of the things I love the most is taking my camera(s) out and take photographs of Madrid, my city, trying to see the city under a different point of view. But unload the film and develop it (even if it’s on my small and not-so-appropriate bathroom) and see the results for myself.

The greatness of doing something with your hands, to touch what felt untouchable, and see the result of wandering and wandering.

Sometimes the photographs aren’t as good as expected, or as many as I’d like it to be, but the feeling is pretty amazing, and as it has turn out, quite difficult to describe.

I don’t develop as many rolls as I’d like to, but do not worry, I’m getting there.

Wishes

I wish… I wish… I wish… From time to time I need to remind myself that “wishing” isn’t enough and just like that I (mentally) kick myself to do more and move more and not just wish for things to happen.

Time and trains

Do you ever feel like you’re always running but in the end you don’t get to catch the last train home?

Because, well… I do. It’s a tiring situation in which moving forward and getting somewhere are quite opposite ideas.

Happy Book Day!

It’s the most especial day of the year for me! Not that I need any excuse to love books, but today it has much more sense.

Looking back, I think I’ve loved books even before I could read… I remember listening stories on cassettes before going to sleep, going to the library in my school (I think I was the only one who loved being there… or even actually the only one going for that matter …) and borrowing the same book again and again, or how I cried because I spilled water on it. Over the years I’ve visited many libraries, searching for books for my studies, or just because I couldn’t stand not reading that one book. I’ve also bought a lot of paper friends (I even created my own catalogue), flip to e-book, and came back to paper to never leave. The touch of the pages, the sound of certain type of paper, the smell of old books, the worlds they hold, for this and many more reasons today is the happiest of days in my calendar.

Happy Book Day to you all! Have a great day, read a book, or buy one, or even better: gift your favourite one. Meanwhile, here you have a few to look at:

Plain photo

This photograph isn’t particularly beautiful, or especial, or has a stunning perspective … either is edited in some avant-garde way, but it is really important for me, as it represents the final way of a wandering day in Tokyo.

What if we just take / show photographs that we love instead of images of what the world might like? Can you imagine?

Silence

The office was always hectic, full of life and people moving from one place to another with papers, notebooks and juicy news of the latest scandal. The beautiful noise of typewriters never stopped, to the annoyance of the adjoining houses, the newspaper had to come out without delay. The smoke of cigarettes was often mixed with the smell of fresh ink, meat and tomato from the sandwiches of the shop downstairs, oregano from the pizzas from around the corner, and coffee, so much coffee we had more of it in our veins that actual blood.

But now there’s just silence, no typewriters, no more tasty smells to accompany the lonely nights, the smoke has vanished, the ink has dried. It all remains in silence.