Well, just had a really nice few days working in Spain. I have a place in a very Spanish town called Cuevas Del Almanzora about 15 minutes from the coast near Mojacar. I have been getting it ready for sale, visiting estate agents, hardware shops (which are far more interesting than it sounds, you can get anything from guns and hunting knifes to kettles and keys). Lots of cafe’s and even had a juice (not a real Jason Vale Juicemaster type juice I am afraid, it does not appear to have reached remote Spain just yet), in the local ice cream parlour. Lots of fresh fruit and salad. Got a few really nice runs in as well. 35deg on a couple of days kept them down to 5 or 6 miles but on thursday it was a little cooler and so ran off into the mountains for an hour and half. Just lovely and wild campo. All in all a very healthy and enjoyable few days. I love Spain a lot, it is such a nice place to be, or at least real Spain is, not the English enclave’s that exist over there.
I am now thinking of going over for a month just before both Cricklade and Swindon half Marathons and just train in the mountains around Cuevas, it should help with the hills around here. Nice.
The only thing that spoilt it was the trip back. The flight from Bristol was three hours late due to a fire/electrical fault at Bristol. Then as the aircraft was approaching Murcia airport it got diverted to Alicante because (Murcia) got closed down to allow a faulty (on fire) military jet to land. They eventually brough the aircraft back from Alicante to Murcia and we left 4 hours late. Got to Bristol ok and got to passport control. Now up till this point I was ok as they were all events that could not have been foreseen, so was still pretty chilled. Untill the girl at passport control told me and a few others to go down a certain que even though we had e-passports. They would then not let us back into the que for e-passport scanning. Well you will just have to go to the back of the que again. Well I decided enough was enough and launched into a tirade of poor customer service lack of concern to the customer etc etc, all the other passengers were cheering, it was great. The Border Control staff were absolutely awful in their attitude to me and a few others and not apologetic at all, I am also talking about the supervisor who I insisted they get out of her office. Of course I got absolutely nowhere so I am going to put in an official complaint. Just a sad end to a nice few days.
Late this afternoon I attended the rehearsal of the performance of the Passion Play in a tiny village in rural Spain called Cuevas del Campo. It is where, every year, about 600 of the villagers dress up in authentic costumes and perform the Passion on Good Friday. It is one of those must see activities whilst in Spain at Easter Time. These people are not professional actors, they are the townsfolk of Cuevas del Campo. They re-enact the passion and crucifixtion not for tourists or money or anything like that, but to honour their beliefs and traditions in a spectacular fashion not to be missed.
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Well no photo of Sunday anymore. Why? I have been carrying out quite a bit of research and despite it being only the 4th Sunday of the year I have decided to bin it because it is not providing any benefit to me or anybody else. Stats are showing very few hits on those posts and to be honest I can understand why. There is no theme and is therefore completely random and unless I am on another assignment then I am just taking an image just for the sake of it with very little thought behind it. With very little information around the photo, why it was taken etc then why would anybody actually be interested in reading it.
What I should be doing more of is explaining things and why I do them, how I do them etc.
So as a start, I did a small photo shoot this morning. It was only mug shots for the person to send off as part of his profile as part of a competition. It was carried out in a gym, (in the squash court to be precise) where lighting is just awful. And short of getting the flash and umbrellas out it was a case of the ISO at 3200 and hope for the best. I just did not feel happy with the results which prob will suffice for what it was for but I just did not feel satisfied. Which at the end of the day is what it is all about for me. I have to feel emotionally involved in what I am doing and I didnt. Is that true of all professional photographers? I dont want to just earn money and not feel as though I have not done a good job.
So this blog is going to go back to the Swindon News/Photojournalism and I am not going to try to combine other things with it.
Likewise I am going to re-design my website to provide a better experience, better show case for my better images from both the UK and Spain and try to make it more interesting.
Well, what is this about.
Along with all my other work on this blog I decided to set myself a small project by taking a photo and blogging about it every Sunday of 2013. Sounds easy? well to be honest I dont think it is. Not as difficult as doing it 365 days or one a day but difficult nevertheless. The committment is more than what you think, finding a suitable subject and creating an image of it, no matter what is going on in you life. In fact today has been a tough day for me as I suffer from Pancreatitis and had an attack during the night. It is really painful and I got no sleep at all and was sick for about 8 hours. Nearly ended up in hospital again but as I am here in Spain and despite the fact that I would probably get better service here than in the UK (I have been waiting for an operation at Swindon GWH for 8 months) I just sat it out and eventually it ended. So today was a chilled day but took a drive down to the Lake to take a few shots.
The image is at Lake Negratin which is one of the many lakes in the Granada Province of Andalucia. It is about 4 minutes drive from the house and you can see it from the house, it is lovely. Especially on a day like today which was very warm and sunny but today is Ephiphany (see my last blog post).
Many people get the opportunity to watch a ‘flamenco show’ when on holiday in Spain, although some are often ‘produced’ with the tourist in mind and don’t always reflect the true passion of the dance and the music. Freila is a small, rural, Andalucian village, with it’s roots truly embedded in Flamenco. Last night I had the opportunity to join the locals in the village to watch a concert of Flamenco music and dance. The main artist was Elena Romera, a professional Flamenco singer and dancer based in Granada. The difference was that Elena was born, and grew up in Freila, in fact her mother and father still live here and her father (a builder) actually built my girlfriends house. She was delighted to perform in her home village, no more so than the local villagers who welcomed her in true Freilican style. A wonderful evening of song, dance, colour, costumes and real Andalucian Flamenco.