tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126236352008-04-10T21:26:41.930+02:00tafferBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12623635.post-46800899844172690702008-04-05T21:48:00.001+02:002008-04-05T21:50:34.594+02:00

Awaiting oblivion (or so it's said) if the new quarry project goes ahead.

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This perfect vacuum was quite fresh in my mind when I walked by the local washing place for a morning walk.

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It's starting to get fun again...

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december 2007

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december 2007

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december 2007

taffertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12623635.post-29952709321605160382007-11-13T22:24:00.000+01:002007-11-13T22:36:44.975+01:00

Not willing to resemble Alexander Supertramp, but it's been quite an interesting, long, break...

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Daydreaming again ? Could be. But, does it matter ?

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Actually it was only three or four weeks ago, but they look like years. So many back and forth and sometimes one forgets that photos are actually meant to have something making you want to look at them. And last but not least, do not forget the fun factor present on toy cameras :) They help turn photography into the funny game it is.

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Such as Lynn, to which this entry is specially addressed :) This specific one btw, after having spent the whole winter in the same place, was no longer there the weekend after this shot. A nice reminder not to pass on anything that gets our attention, and in a more general way, that nothing is for granted.

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I think we'll never know what happened through the mind of the first person who looked there, to the nowhere, and then decided to go and find out. But if one spends some time looking, and as impossible as it is, tries to put himself in the shoes of that person, will soon realize that it had to be one of the most difficult decisions ever taken.

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Because small things do matter as well...

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It was a revelation, suddenly being able to get closer. Even more revealing was to realize that I badly wanted to do so. Fue una revelación el poder de repente acercarme tanto. Y aún lo fue más el darme cuenta de que había estado rogando por poder hacerlo.

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Sometimes best things come in the most unexpected way, faster than we ever imagined, and seemingly out of nowhere. And it is probably a good thing that they happen that way. And what it's said is true, it feels real good. :) A veces las mejores cosas ocurren de la manera más inesperada, más rápido de lo que nunca imaginamos, y aparentemente como salidas de la nada. Y probablemente es bueno que

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It finally seems that the little Yashica managed to come out of her dramatic accident two posts below quite undamaged. At first sight, and after checking that the focusing mechanism wouldn't allow me going closer than 3 meters I expected the worst, that is, a complete misplacement of the lens panel and mirror resulting into focus being all out of the plane. But wanting to be sure, I decided to

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The brutal wind chill didn't really allow me to think a lot on which words to use to ornament the series of images I took there. Nor did the light leak on the Koni Omega (and later its frozen shutter) leave me with plenty of useable ones. So I'll post this one (rescued after some photoshop help) and as I did that day, run for a suitable shelter, picking up the mushrooms I'll find in the process

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Ahora que parece que por todas partes vemos aquello de que el 'revelar se va a acabar - para presumir hay que imprimir' me resultó gracioso toparme de nuevo ayer con esta caja de película Negra Pan 21 que a su vez encontré hace un par de años, aún sin haber pasado por la Halina Paulette de mis padres, y no en un baúl sino en una vieja maleta llena de recuerdos en el proverbial cuarto de los

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Weekend of honeys, once more dressed as silver dots in a gelatin sandwich, and of course, honeys from the always changing sea. Weekend of lemons, sour and still painfully dropping their juice in the open wound as the loyal Yashica-D dropped from my shoulder and bounced against the pavement when coming from its, who would guess, last shooting session. However, if anything, having been a previous

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Trust me, there were two realities going on at the same time in that beach. So close and so vastly different, yet back to back and apparently ignoring each other that I just couldn't believe it. Honestamente, había dos realidades existiendo al mismo tiempo en aquella playa. Tan cercanas y tan radicalmente distintas, espalda contra espalda y en apariencia ignorándose mútuamente, si no hubiera

taffertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12623635.post-90505795649033505002007-01-13T17:19:00.000+01:002007-01-26T12:44:24.146+01:00

Primer rescate: De un rollo de Tri-X que tras ser menos utilizado que los otros dos en Teià, se tiró meses y meses metido en una Nikon F2 que a su vez pasó esos meses metida en el armario, excepto para hacer algunos retratos caseros con el recién recibido (entonces) 55/1.2 Noct-Nikkor. Tras ser finalmente revelado, mi cerebro decidió pasar las pocas fotos de aquella noche por alto. Tampoco es

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Además de ser el título de una obra de teatro cuya versión para la caja tonta me dejó literalmente con el trasero pegado al sofá de principio a fin, resulta ser a veces un lapso de tiempo, relativamente breve, en el que las cosas que nos rodean no están ni aquí ni allí, sino todo lo contrario, en el que todo parece distinto y en cierto modo lo es. Claro, igual digo estas cosas porque ya ni

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Igual a veces no hace falta que se busque ningún mérito ni nada más allá de lo que la imagen es, simplemente porque nada más es necesario. Por supuesto ahí ya entramos en el terreno personal y en lo que cada cual tiene corriendo por su cabecita, pero sabiendo eso, al menos yo no necesito nada más que ver mi torturante zapatilla Decathlon sobre la hierba para que aquel día de veraniega primavera

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De dónde viniste, y cómo acabaste de esa manera en mi camino a lo largo de aquella playa, en la primera mañana del nuevo año ? --- Where did you come from, and how did you manage to end in my path along that beach, on the first morning of the new year ?

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The title of this entry reflects the process I went through with this image a while ago. Basically, it was a favorite image of mine since I took it, some years ago, on a late summer afternoon visiting Gavà beach, near Barcelona. It was in fact the same exact place (heck it was almost the same exact spot!) where my Off Season project was born, last September, some 4 or 5 years later. My

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As long term user of PBase, I've always been happy with their services, but at the same time always had the strange feeling that I was waiting for ... something. Don't know, maybe a more flexible interface, or spam management, but over all, I think it was something small yet very powerful. What I was waiting for was plain and simply, tags, or more specifically, a simple and straightforward

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