When the Fall season approaches, where ever I am, I always think of Alaska, at least for a while. It could be that I was at my most impressionable at that moment, in the autumn of 1992, when I wanted to be immersed in the extremes of nature at the ends of the earth. And… Read More Places in Retro, Part 4: Alaska
In the Praça do Comércio, there is a temporary museum exhibition showcasing the light in Lisbon. From a photographer´s point of view (or simply an observer´s) the exhibit might be best viewed as a stimulus for ideas. The best way to see that light, though, is to walk the streets and look around. There does… Read More The Light in Lisboa
In some places, the best part of the day is the end. Uclés, Castilla-La Mancha. July, 2015.
Uclés is a village in Castilla-La Mancha, already populated around the time of the Pax Romana, which today has about 290 residents. The surrounding plains are layered with a summer patchwork of red dirt plots, olive and almond tree orchards, rows of elms and conifers, and the small Bedija river is lined with poplars. Today,… Read More Pagus Oculensis
There is a sometimes disconcerting change that happens to a foreigner who remains in a place long. The color and novelties of a culture, the satisfaction of noticing the small ways of doing things that are different to one’s own, during what Hemingway called the “spectacle stage of appreciation”, are replaced by the an ever-growing… Read More Sitting Still
In the constructions of cities, in particular European cities, an interested observer can see the framework and shapes of history. In the context of photography, objects and scenes – a patch of sidewalk or the façade of a restaurant, or a landscape – can hold a meaning often so complex that it is lost by most… Read More Project Madrid: Old and New
There is something wholly satisfying in opening a bottle of wine classified as one of the Fifth Growths of the Bordeaux Wine Official Classification of 1855. It brings with it a sense of entitlement, privilege, and bit of justified snobbery. There is also something therapeutic in the vulgarity of enjoying it, guilt free, well after its… Read More Old Wine on a Worthy Promontory