The streets of Dublin

I came to Dublin a few years ago but it sure feels like decades. Here I’ve experienced love, hate, love again, disgust, happiness, drunkenness, disappointment… I’ve seen and grown and lived in many ways. I’ve not always felt good or in peace with the city, with the crowds, the traffic or the capricious weather, but in the end Dublin and I always came to terms. Every time I felt the urge to leave, I feel the weight of the world over my shoulders, every time I feel I can’t go on, I just walk through Dublin’s streets, sometimes solitary, sometimes full of people, with that magical light that makes me feel finally at ease. 

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The Red House

My earliest memories are from this red house. I remember being there in the hot summer days, lazing around with nothing more to worry about than having fun and drink lemonade. We used to go to the lake to swim when the heat was unbearable. We would spend all day together and yet we wouldn’t get tired of each other. I remember the happiness of the first day in the Red House, sleeping with the sounds of the animals at night, the scent of the nature and the soft babbling of the nearby river. Every time I see this photograph I hear the calm of the house and the noises of the laughs. 

Obsession

For some time now I’ve noticed that I’m quite obsessed with windows… there’s not even a single trip where I don’t make a photograph of a window.

Of course, I knew it, it’s just I’d never truly thought about it until recently…

Anyways, these are from Bordeaux:

Traveller vs tourist

I love to travel, if I could I’d spend my whole life moving from one place to another. I can’t imagine my life without discovering new places (or old ones with new eyes), just as I can’t imagine my trips without a camera.

Every time I travel I fall into the same dilemma: to shoot or not to shoot ‘touristy’ photos? You know, the ones every other human being has from the same spot, same building, same everything. I feel those photographs are kind of soulless, a series made by robots. Don’t get me wrong, I like those photos as well, but I feel I shot them just to prove I’ve been there, and I’m not sure I like that feeling. I feel they don’t have MY point of view, a part of myself like the other ones.

So every time I travel I wonder if I should take the same photo again and again or just be myself and put more heart on my photographs, them being more a part of me.

An inner struggle I suffer every-single-time.

I prefer to be a traveller, not a tourist. *Sigh*


Adoro viajar, si pudiera pasaría mi vida moviéndome de un lugar a otro. No puedo imaginar mi vida sin descubrir nuevos lugares (o viejos pero con nuevos ojos), al igual que no puedo imaginar mis viajes sin una cámara.

Cada vez que viajo caigo en el mismo dilema: ¿tomar o no tomar fotos “turísticas”? Ya sabes, ésas que todo el mundo toma del mismo sitio, mismo edificio, mismo todo. Siento que esas fotos son un tanto frías e impersonales, una serie hecha por robots. No me malinterpretes, también me gustan esas fotos, pero siento que si las hago es para probar que he estado allí, y no me acaba de gustar ese sentimiento. Siento que no tienen MI punto de vista, una parte de mí que el resto sí tiene.

Así que cada vez que viajo me pregunto si debería tomar la misma foto de siempre o simplemente ser yo misma y poner más alma en mis fotografías, hacer que sean más una parte de mí. Una lucha interna que sufro cada vez.

Prefiero ser una viajante, no una turista. *Suspiro*

Heat heat heat

I like summer: the incredible amount of light, the beautiful happy dresses, the sunsets… excepting that I hate summer. I hate the heat of Madrid, the endless days of heat waves and not being able to rest at night or being just extremely tired all the time. I just ask for a few rainy days, a bit of cooler temperatures, nothing more.

To ease this suffocating heat I tried to remember the snow and cold from Nikko, Japan. It didn’t work.


Me gusta el verano: la cantidad de luz, los vestidos bonitos, las puestas de sol… salvo porque odio el verano. Odio el calor de Madrid, los días interminables de olas de calor y no ser capaz de descansar por la noche o estar siempre exhausta. Sólo pido unos días lluviosos, un poco de fresco, nada más.

Para aliviar un poco este asfixiante calor intenté recordar la nieve y el frío de Nikko, en Japón. No funcionó.