Everything seemed the same, the family photographs on the walls, the sofa, the windows… even the smallest of details like the dust gently touching the books in the shelves seemed the same. The light was different, though, that light that reminded him of his loss, a presence that lingered suspended on the air, on better times.
My trip to the Netherlands is being amazing, I’ve taken many analogue photographs with my LC-A, something I was looking for. I can’t wait to develop my films and see the results, but for the moment a quick Pola love in Rotterdam.
*Polaroid Supercolor 635CL
… on my journal.
Back to the blog after a long long time, a journey of doubts, heat (I really hate summer) and tiredness. September is around the corner (and my holidays, too) and it’s time to make new starts, new goals… or maybe old goals with new perspectives.
Slowly everything settles.
No matter what, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.
Worries and sadness don’t last forever.
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.
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.