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Day Two Hunderd Three, August 13, 2011
Flamenco, bull fighting, music, food and of course drink have become staples of the Feria De Agosto in Malaga, Andalusia. A historic festival that has started back in 1491 commemorating the taking of the city by the Catholic monarchs Isabella the first of Castile and Ferdinand the second of Aragon in 1487, it continues till today every August of every year in the streets of the old city. This little boy was dressed up as he rode in the streets of Malaga on the first day of the joyful festivities.
Day Two Hundred Two, August 12, 2011
A word that is born in children and lives in their very essence. They zip through their first years with a great hunger to learn, to be, to run, to eat, to play, to see, to experience and they do that with a great intensity. And we often catch ourselves asking: “where do they get all this energy?” They are acting as a human is meant to be, uninhibited, free, soaking up the impressions of every single moment. I love observing them, photographing them, learning from them and I feel so lucky to parent one of them.
Photo: Lea in Estepona Port, Andalusia, Spain
Day Two Hundred One, August 11, 2011
Picture this: hot hot day, sun is shining, you are boiling, you find a cool shower, you get under it and you just scream as loud as you can (Tarzan style). If you haven’t tried it, I highly recommend it for a great dose of freedom and release! Singing works too 🙂
Day Two Hundred, August 10, 2011
Someone once said: “you are born alone, and you die alone”
True words that cannot be argued. We arrive here alone, fragile, bewildered. We depend on our parents our caregivers to help us get through the first years, we search for companions along the journey to take away our loneliness and in the very end we face the unknown completely alone. No one can hold our hand then after the departure gate. Knowing that makes me value the people who have a place in my life so much more…
photo: a lone flower at castle Gibralfaro, Malaga, Spain
Day One Hundred Ninety Nine, August 9, 2011
One of the pillars of Hercules (the second one being Jabal Moussa in Morocco), Gibraltar, a rock soaked in history, from Neanderthal, Phoenician, Greek, Roman, Visigothic/ Hispanic, Islamic, Spanish, Jewish, Spanish again, until in 1713 it became strangely enough, British!
Today Gibraltar, Jabal Tāriq (جبل طارق)~its Arabic name, is home for about 30,000 people of different origins and is a self governed democracy belonging to the European Union. It is an incredibly friendly place to visit, packed with charm and interesting architecture. Most definitely worth the long wait to cross into it from the border of Andalusia!
photo: Man on boardwalk in Southern Spain with a view of Gibraltar in the distance.
Day One Hundred Ninety Eight, August 8, 2011
Being near the ocean can often cause a process of self reflection. It can slow one down into a state of calm allowing thoughts to float to the surface that were otherwise buried deep within. And good decision can be born of inspiration, an inspiration born out of rhythm, of repeating steps on the sand and the steady movement of waves beating on the shore…
photo: Walking on a sandy beach, Estepona, Spain
Day One Hundred Ninety Seven, August 7, 2011
Every once in a while you meet a child who is so attracted and attractive to the little people of the planet that they are seen constantly surrounded by little critters. Lexi is such a child. He loves to observe and be around anything that crawls, flies, swims, slithers… anything that is moving really. He is the child the dragonfly chooses to land on and linger, and the one that the little baby lizard likes be with and who plots to take one of the Gibraltar apes back home in the car!
Day One Hundred Ninety Six, August 6, 2011
196 days ago I started this 365 journey with photography and it has been a very intense one. The commitment, the daily dedicated focus on photography, the self inspection, the writing, the editing, the extra weight of the camera on my shoulder, the long hours spent behind a computer screen…
And it has all been worth it. What a boot camp training of skill and what a wonderful detection tour of the world around me. But on some days like today, it begs the question : where to next?
photo: self portrait in a mirrored room, Southern Spain.