Photo: LLUNA (MOON) 'S NEW HOME

We are very lucky to have a garden. It is a small one, but it is right in the middle of the City. C'mon, are you complaining? No, I am not. It is only that it is not such a big garden. An there's our home on one end, and my photo studio on the other (my photo studio cannot be in out basement 'cause our home is actually in our basement!). And my office is only one floor up! Will it be big enough for her? We will still need to take her out, but being busy people as we all are at home, will she be ok? I wish I could skip a few hours of work a day, and go out with her. Wait a minute! I CAN skip a few hours a day; I am self-employed; I have my own office, and my own photo studio; I work as many hours a week as I wish... that's why I AM NOT DOING IT! I end up working as many hours a week as possible... how many hours in a week? I work all of them!!! Wait.  Let's do it! I need to get myself out of my home-studio-office for a walk every now and then.

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Photo: S.S.L. (SUMER SOFA LAZINESS)

It takes some time. And patience... As soon as I pick my camera from my own lap she says " NO ". I then rise it to my eye, and she insists: " Papa, he dit NO ! " (Dad, I said NO!).

First shot. Hit! But her fan is covering most of her face (except her spying eye).

A few minutes later, second try. She has just folded her fan. In my mind, I view myself being faster at raising my camera and focusing than her opening her fan and covering her face again.

Fast synchronized (trained) movement: Camera - Eye - Focus - Click.

Focus check (playback) on the viewfinder... She raised her other hand....!!! How could she be that fast!?!? And fully synced with the shutter!!!

After a while of playful wrestling...

...she relaxes. The game is over. The weather is too hot here in summer for any unnecessary movement...

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She's mine!

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Travel: DELIRIOUS NY

New York is the paradigm of The Metropolis. It doesn't matter how much time has passed since you last visited the city. It doesn't matter where you come from, what religion, color or sexual orientation. It doesn't matter what age you are. It doesn't matter if you are there for business or pleasure, or because you were born there. It is even indifferent to what mood you are in.

Either you love the place, or you hate it. Period.

If you hate it, just move along. The world is full of great places.

If (by mistake, by coincidence, by luck) you happen to love it, then you are done. You will wish you were a Newyorkian for the rest of your life.

I belong to the latter group. Period.

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Question: What is it? Is it the sound? Is it the smell? Is it the energy? Is it the complexity, the juxtaposition, the contradiction, the contrast? What ON EARTH makes this place so unique and fascinating? What is it???

Answer: I have no clue, but once it gets in you body, it moves in for good, and lives somewhere between your bone-marrow and your eye-sockets and your guts and your imagination. And it stays forever.

 

While in NYC, I also shot a short film.

 

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Photo: SELF

SELF as in my / your / him or her / one + self. This is the final conclusion, persistent in my mind, every time I take a walk at the sea front, in Costa Brava on cloudy days.

Relaxing and intense. Very relaxing. Very intense.

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These are the ingredients (from above and down):

  • Cloudy sky (overall gray; few isolated clouds are visible);
  • Horizon (immense, intense, hypnotic);
  • Rocks (washed out by centuries of waves; dark brown, like clay; really hard, but include cracks and caves; optimal for many kinds of life forms);
  • Every now and then, a handful of sand; seldom enough to produce a beach
  • Pinus Pinea, branches hanging over the water;
  • Costa Brava kind of Sea (which, I believe, is for some reason different from Costa del Sol's, Costa Dorada's and even Balearic's); it changes color whenever the sky does.
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    This is the effect it produces:

  • I find myself looking back at myself. But not literally. It behaves as a mirror, but uniquely, only to those things that are not visible.
  • I can suddenly see the noise of water and hear it's surface ripple and and touch the tides and smell the energy carried by millions of waves of past times.
  • Can you, too?

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