This little pine tree was a gift from my mom from when my parents visited in December. is the first photo I take of it and I wonder how it didn’t ocurr to me before to photograph it.
The things is that, maybe, as I see it everyday I got too used to it. Which sucks. Because I was complaning about not being able to take photos for a long time because of bad weather and the fact that is getting dark so early, when the truth is that we are sourrounded by a million things that could be super interesting to shoot.
Is just that we get used to them and we almost forget they’re there. After I realized that, I though that I will try and force myself to take photos of things I see everyday around me in a different way.
I think that would make a great excercise.
Vivid natural beauty
This is my contribution for this Weely Photo Challenge.
And I’m just going to let the photo speak for itself.
The grills are light. Smoke fills the air and the smell of the grill opens up apetites all over the place. It’s Museum Night in Barcelona and the Food Fairs await night wonderers who want to fill their bellies after filling their minds. There’s something for everyone. Ribs, sandwiches, tacos, empanadas and even arepas. Oh, and beer of course. So many types of beer!
This is one of the things I love the most about Barcelona. There is always something to do. And I have to say, outdoors food fairs are close to number one in my list. Specially if during spring time and near the beach.
We had so much to eat! And everything was delicious. Or maybe everything just tasted better because of the ambience, music and overall good energy. And to top it all, it was a perfect afternoon to take photos. I haven’t been taking as many photos as I would like lately… But even so, these ones turned out great! Well, at least I like them a lot. I think they really put accross the energy and the peace from that afternoon.
I loved it. I had a great time and I needed it. The weekend went by SO fast. But well, you know what they say: time goes fast when you are having a good time.
Have a great week, everyone!
Not too long ago I read somewhere (on one of the many things I read everyday on the Internet) that those who migrate to new countries, to new lives, are in a constant state of grief. Mourning for the people and things they left behind in their country of origin. For their previous life.
A part of me agreed with that.
I started wondering how big that part was. But then, a few days later we went to the beach.
And I found my answer there. Bathing under the foggy light of the noon, with the salpeter smudging my hair and my face I knew that If I hadn’t leave, I wouldn’t be there. I wouldn’t know the people sitting there with me. These photos wouldn’t be here. And this blog probably woulnd’t exist.
Change is not easy. Even sometimes when it’s for the better I have trouble seeing it. It keeps me awake at night and makes a knot in my stomach. But then, time does its job. This day at the beach (my White Beach) was great. It made me see things differently. And I think, somehow, the peace I was feeling comes throug these images…
I hope you have as many White Days as you need.