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.
In the depths of Madrid there’s a place where time stopped many years ago, where you feel like a ghost, a voyeur of the daily routine of Metro riders, where you sense the hustle and bustle of older times.
This place is Chamberí Station, an old Metro station that was on use just for a few decades, but enough to bring to Madrid the greatness of the new means of transport. Since 2007 it’s a (free) museum, a very particular one as the new one still runs through it, so you feel like a shadow of the past, watching the train coming and going with all its passengers on it.