In the autumn of 2016 I went to Liverpool, it sounded like a nice destination, although I didn’t know anything of it (just a few guys that made quite good music… )
But in the end I loved the city, its industrial feeling with brick buildings, small museums and its port. Even though I almost had a heart attack when I dropped my camera (and it even bounced!!)
Anyway, it was a trip that I took on the spur of the moment, thinking of it with no special meaning … but it was outstanding, a city I recommend without doubt.
Liverpool has a lot to offer, with different faces, like this one of Chinatown, with the iconic brick houses mixed with the Chinese writing.
By the way, revising the photographs I took (here a few), I just remembered how much I miss my Polaroid Impulse Portrait, maybe it’s time to take her out to (and) have fun.
Black and white books in Cuesta de Moyano.
The darkness usually scares off, but without the shadows we wouldn’t appreciate the light.
Looking at this photographs while listening to piano music feels almost as being there, the combination of nature and black and white film feels as something opposite and thus complementary.
Or maybe it’s just that I feel melancholic today.
The beautiful Segovia in all its splendour.
A couple of photographs of different cafés in Madrid.
Is there anything better that to take along your analogue camera to nice cafés? Well, maybe drink a good coffee there…
Life sometimes seems to go on a high speed, just like this photograph of a big wheel…
Randomly random, photographing stuff I discover with no connection whatsoever.
The first time I went to London (November 2016), we got lost searching I don’t even remember what…
It was a cold afternoon, with that drizzle so uncomfortable, we were tired of walking and just wanted to get to whatever spot we were visiting… but then, all of a sudden, this view:
So maybe it’s not that bad to get lost sometimes…
There’s something in blurry photographs that I just love.
I can’t say why, though.