063 - New

Today is a strange day, for so many reasons, that I want to remember the joy of new life and seeing a friend's face when he knows he's the one who did it. 

059 - Christmas table

Setting up our table for christmas and getting distracted by food, gin & tonics and wine... and my camera, before even sitting properly. Ever since I quit smoking food has become a bit of an obsession, so I'm afraid it'll appear more often in my pictures from now on...

049 - Banyoles V

These are the last pictures I took in my parents little town this past summer. The first two are from the gardens of a really beautiful private school. The last three I took following one of the irrigation canals, narrow and difficult to walk and with a few old washing sinks. There were only kids with skates and wild cats. And me and my parents. It was great.

It's strange to see all this sunny pictures and think about how I simply couldn't breathe due the heat, when it's so cold now and every time I go outside I to feel the cold air in my face. 

Burned, of course.

PS: By the way, there might be a few changes in here, nothing really serious, but life is slowly shaping into something else. 

044 - Banyoles IV

Lake light in august.

I tend to burn my pictures, but, you know, it's alright, my zenit doesn't have a photometer and everything I learn about light I do it the hard way: by failing.

I've been on a mini-holiday and I'm a bit behind in net things but I'll catch up pretty soon!

043 - Banyoles III

The only thing standing from 'La Puda' are the walls; the ceilings have gone as well as the floors, and plants and trees have invaded everything. It makes me sad and happy at the same time, sad because it must have been a gorgeous spa, happy because nature is capable of reclaiming what was hers. 

042 - Banyoles II

One of the things that the volcanic ground of Banyoles has is a few warm springs, so years and years ago, there was a health spa called "la Puda". The water from the fountain is kind of whitish and smells like rotten eggs due the suplhur levels. It's abandoned now and taken over by plants and trees. 

It's a very interesting experience walking around the grounds; there's a road in front of the main entrance but it's not all that used so sometimes it felt quite strange the loneliness of the place. Also, I got bitten by what it seemed a whole population of mosquitos (like always, I'm a friggin magnet). 

041 - Banyoles I

My parents live in this village less than an hour from France called Banyoles. It's a strange place, geographically spaking, because everything is sort of volcanic... in a country were there's no geothermic activity at all. 

This lake is sort of the center of everything since always but, aparently, now it's way smaller than it was years ago. There's an awesome draining system that goes all through the village though, with tons of old canals (with old sinks to wash clothes) and irrigation ditches that I've followed sometimes, even if it gets sort of complicated to pass through there. 

It's also one of the favorite places for a lot of rowing teams to practice.