Blurry

There’s something in blurry photographs that I just love.

I can’t say why, though.

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Where the witches live

Near the way to the mountain, not so far from the village, there’s a path that leads to a stream hidden under the grass and ferns. Only the eldest of the village remember the story of the Witches who lived beyond the boundaries of the forest, following up the stream and under the old oak tree. There, just there, lay the entrance to an unknown world of mystery.

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Oh Autumn!

Autumn is my favourite season. The light is just magnificent, the smells of the cold breeze at night and the delicious roasted chestnuts, the changing colours of the leaves and the first rains.

For me, autumn means to take out my wool scarf and hat, shorten days but an incredible light. Clouds, some rain, leaves everywhere, photographs of all of it.

But, unfortunately, this year is not going really well. Autumn weather is not still here, the heat is incredible high compared to years back, the rain, the scarf and the hats are missing and it doesn’t seem like they’re going to be coming anytime soon.

It’s a shame what we’re all doing with our nature, our Earth, our future. Still, autumn is my favourite season, even if it doesn’t exist anymore in Madrid.

Ps: this is Aranjuez (a great place to photograph autumn) a few years ago.