A strong feeling of presence
There is a whole color and light palette in my mornings I want to be able to capture. It has touch, scent and it comes with a strong feeling of presence, evethough I’m alone when I take these photos.
There is a whole color and light palette in my mornings I want to be able to capture. It has touch, scent and it comes with a strong feeling of presence, evethough I’m alone when I take these photos.
Lisbon’s waterfront has a silverish quality when it’s partly cloudy. That or perhaps the games my Mamiya 6 likes to play with light, left me with a few takes that bring me nice memories. Isn’t light —certain types of light— a very powerful memory retrieval instrument, second perhaps to the evocative qualities of smell?
Yes, I’m weak and I’m back to digital. And no, this is no April Fools Day joke. I’m really going back for a number of reasons that I cannot prioritize and include, among others, the urge to have quick results of my photo sessions, the crave for certain colors and tonality and the conveninece of low light photography with digital ISO management, which is way better than having to deal with high ISO film.
I took this random photo today; nothing out of the ordinary, perhaps even boring, but to me it was rewarding. The color rendition, the fantastic ISO management, the ability to enjoy it on the spot...
Perhaps I should change the title of the blog. Truth is I don’t plan on stopping shooting analog, it brings another type of rewards. But expect a bit more digital from now on.
Let me introduce you to Javier Jr., my son. He’s turning twelve soon and happens to be quite a film photographer already.
Fatherly pride aside, I think he has quite an eye for color and detail. Here are some photos from his last roll (he shoots film as well). Judge for yourself:
All photos have been shot with his own Olympus OM-2n and Kodak Ultramax, developed at La Peliculera.
There are times when I feel extremely lucky to live in this latitude, with these beams of textured warmth coming in a few times a day, depending on the inclination of the sun. Madrid has easy winters, with the precise amount of cold and sun rays.
I like these two photos because they speak about the (beautiful) changes that are occurring in my life these days.
During the last year I spent many hours reading the poetry of Saint John of the Cross and also his biography. It had such a profound effect on me that I decided to visit the places where he lived, trying to see a bit of what he saw, to be where he was, in an innocent attempt at better embracing his philosophy.
The project is incomplete, since there are still unchecked places and also some others that demand a second, more thoughtful visit. I will do so when I’ve saved enough time and silence to do so.
Summer was coming to an end. It had been a hot day and the streets of Madrid were empty with most people still on vacation. Silence was caressed by the jazz notes of a trombone.
Cinestill 800 is a tricky emulsion. I used it with a Carl Zeiss 35mm f1.4 and a Contax body, pushed to 1600 and the results were... just ok. I had to increase the exposure a bit on Lightroom for the images to be usable. I find the green dominant a bit uncomfortable. What do you think? Have you used it? And if so, for kind type of photos?
I’m sure that pensions and modest hotels hold better and much more interesting stories about their guests than fancy ones. I sometimes like to spend my travel nights in them, often in small towns, wondering about the motives, hopes or worries of those who stayed before me: why did they stay there? How many nights did they spend? Was it a family trip, business, or perhaps a visit to a sick relative? Was the person who preceded me on that bed happy? Was he or she worried? Old or young?
Not only a beautiful soul, also the best mother I could imagine and a great artist with an extreme sensibility for colors. She’s still shy about her painting work, but you can get a small glimpse of her last work here.
This photo comes from one of my first rolls shot with the Mamiya c330, which was a bit intimidating at first —too many wheels to check prior to taking a photo— but became almost intuitive after a a couple of rolls. The results ended up being as good (perhaps even better since the C330 is a bit easier to focus), also smooth and textured as with the big Mamiya RB67 for half the size.