Carousels are a pretty paradox. You’re always moving forward and can’t look back or you’ll throw up as it all moves so fast. But it’s an illusion because you’re actually moving in blurry circles, over and over again.
There are not many historic centers in Mexico that are still so well taken care of that they feel as special as Oaxaca’s (I would also include Querétaro, San Cristóbal and Puebla here). It’s such a beautiful quality and I hope this city’s center, like that of any evolving city anywhere, keeps being an active part of it’s society (not a living museum) without having to jeopardize it’s identity.
When I got back from my trip to London everyone kept asking me what my favorite thing had been. And I would just stare blankly back and lamely say “everything”. I got some pretty meaningful “what is wrong with you” stares back.
But the thing is, my favorite thing about London was all of it. From the big museum and must-visits, to the coffee and people. I tried to see and experience as much as I could and ended up with around 2,000 pictures. How could I chose just one thing?
I’ve been taking pictures for some years now and, although I’m definitely not an expert, I’ve learned a few things along the way. The most important for me has been it’s more about following my instincts than rules. Because if you’re like me, the picture will be no good (no matter how much technique you put into it) unless it moves you in some way. It can be anything. People, flowers, buildings, a moment, a scene, colors, a feeling, a story, anything. I guess it all comes down to connecting with something and expressing it somehow.
For this picture I pictured an old lady coming out every morning to water her flowers.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I hope you have a very special time with family and friends!
I also wish you lots of yummy food and a cozy couch to watch movies/read a good book underneath the warmest blanket :)
(This picture was taken in the town of Stratford Upon-Avon in September. It’s both charming and disconcerting that people buy christmas decorations all year long, but there you go.)
I never post myself here, so this is a departure, but I have reasons. First of all, I just got a new cellphone last week. And if you ever had the pleasure of knowing my last one, you know this is heaven. My old cellphone never let me read the news, or use any app that wasn’t whatsapp or twitter, really. The camera was a big challenge, so imagine me trying to use instagram or facebook. Basically, I ended up semi-quitting social media, taking pictures and even phone calls because I just didn’t want to fight with my cellphone anymore. And then this new one comes along and everything is easy! So, I’m in love.
And thus the reason for this picture, I’m so in love with it that I ended up ignoring my friends the other day while we were waiting outside of the theater. I like the picture, but I just want it to remind me that no matter how amazed I am by my new phone, really its just a freaking phone.
I took this picture on September 9th at the top of Hamsptead Park, and I cannot believe that was 3 months ago!! Anyway, it was a beautiful day and I really wanted to capture the colors in the clouds. I only realized a few moments later that there was a woman reading. So basically, this picture is a mistake that I like very much.
In other news, I am terrible at blogging. I had too many things to do all the time this year and I honestly forgot to keep posting. And it just sounds awful now that I’m admitting it. But everything else turned out fine and now that I’m taking a bit of a break I will finally share some of the pictures I’ve taken in the las few months.
Some people love sports, I love history. And I love doors. This one is from San Miguel de Allende by a restaurant called “Ten-ten-pié”. What do you think is behind it?
Hay gente que ama los deportes, yo amo la historia. Y me fascinan las puertas. Ésta es en San Miguel de Allende cerca de un restaurant que se llama “Ten-ten-pié”. Que creen que haya del otro lado?
I live in Guadalajara, a city that has lost a lot of its identity in a tragic slow pace over decades. So, no one actually notices that many of its traditions and history are actually gone. You only really notice when you stop and think about them and where to find them. These days only old people stories or photos remain of our cultural baggage. And no I don’t think tequila, mariachis and tacos are enough to build an identity. Which is why, I was as fascinated by this man in Puebla. It seemed to me like Puebla hasn’t lost it sense of self, something I really loved.
Vivo en Guadalajara, una ciudad que ha perdido su identidad de forma tan gradual y callada a lo largo de las décadas, que nadie se ha dado cuenta que ya no está. Sólo nos damos cuenta cuando nos detenemos a pensar en todo lo que ya no hay y dónde encontrar lo perdido. Ahora, lo único que quedan son las historias de ancianos o fotos antiguas que nos enseñan una ciudad que ya no está. Y no, tequila, mariachi y tacos no cuentan como únicos factores de identidad social en mi opinión. Es por eso que me encantó éste señor en Puebla. Me pareció que Puebla es una ciudad que no ha perdido su personalidad, algo que me llenó de alegría. Y nostalgia.