Again, a hidden surprise found on (as a friend of mine likes to say) my personal paradise :) In fact it's far from hidden since it has been there for as long as I can remember, but for some reason or another, I never ventured there before.
Maybe the back then very active bee hives you can see on the background had something to do with it !
Categorized: _blackandwhite | _valledelmesa
Looking at this Watermill entry on the blog of my colleague Luis Miguel Castañeda was like turning my eyes towards a very familiar and loved landscape.
The Mesa Valley follows the course of the river with the same name, and is the place where I spent (and in fact I keep doing it) most of my holidays when I was a kid. Located in the Señorío de Molina shire (whose name comes from its capital town, Molina de Aragón), actually it has more influence from the neighbour lands of Calatayud than Guadalajara, province to which it belongs.
This is the old power watermill along the Mesa river, located more or less between Mochales and Villel de Mesa. Me and my family have always known it by the same name, La Central, and as far as my memory goes it has been abandoned and degrading to its sad current state.
It wasn't always that way though. Built (if I recall correctly) some years after the Spanish Civil war, it provided electricity to several villages and towns around, even though, curiously, it didn't do it to its nearest one, Mochales, my mother's home village, which had its own smaller power mill. It had a permanent 'stock' of workers and even part of the building was acconditioned as home for some of them.
Categorized: _blackandwhite | _valledelmesa
After summer holidays, some postcards from (my personal) paradise. The entry title relates to the name of the hill on the right of this picture.
Categorized: _blackandwhite | _valledelmesa
Yes, even now, I'm still with a backlog of unscanned/unedited pictures from my visit to Rome in late April.
So, I sometimes wonder why I should ever need the immediacy of digital, knowing that files would be lying untouched on an optical/magnetic storage support for who knows how much ?
Hope I never develop such a backlog of unpaid taxes or I'll have to ask them to blog from jail, lol.
Categorized: _Rome
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
At first you may think I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three different names.
T.S. Eliot,
The Naming of Cats
And this one, so far, is called Monster.
Similarly, I just thought that every human should have at least as many names as days are in a week. Or at least, I'd like to. I think I already have enough to approach thursday.
By the way the poem above is taken from a citing on a book called On Being a Photographer, a compilation of some really great discussions about the medium between photographers (and friends) Bill Jay and David Hurn. I'm not on their payroll, but if you think you're really interested in photography, just go to www.lenswork.com and get the PDF excerpt, most likely you'll be ordering the book right away after reading it.
Happy shooting everybody.
