I was working on my photo archives trying to arrange a new photobook from my past holidays and I found this picture, shooted in Portugal in the summer of 2011.
We were strolling in Castelo de Vide, a small town on the eastern border close to Spain.
It was close to noon and there were nobody on the street except for us, walking under a burning sun.
I was looking around me searching for something to shoot (in photo meaning, of course) when I stopped in front of this barber shop.
Everything was vintage: walls, chairs, barber stuff and the barber himself, taking a break with his newspaper waiting for the next customer.
I stared at the entrance and then asked him if he didn’t mind for a picture. He gently agreed so I took a selfie, as you can notice from the flashlight in the mirror.
I thanked and saluted him, because I had to reach my family; he just replied with a smile while keeping his reading, like nowhere was passed there.
Strange atmosphere, but exciting.
- F-stop 3.5
- Exposure 1/60 sec
- ISO 200
- Focus 18mm
I’m back after such a long time and I apologise all the Muses and the readers for being so lazy.
Well, now it’s time to let the photo talk.
This summer I went to New York City with my family for a week of holiday. It was a comeback after fifteen years from my last visit and I found a new city: cleaner, brighter, more powerful than before.
In the city I consider the homeland of street photography I tried to practice my skill and shooted some pics.
This is one of my favourites for two main reasons:
- it’s about the Subway, a particular “environment” in NYC
- maybe sometime ago this photo would be trashed now that I understand the meaning of street photography I think this is a good one.
Well, that’s it; in the next days (hopefully, not months!) I will post some other pictures of the Big Apple.
Let me know what do you think about it.
For technical addicted:
- F-stop f/8
- Exposure time: 1/6 sec.
- Lens: 18mm
- ISO: 100
See you soon.
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The sunflower is mine, in a way. ~ Vincent Van Gogh
Do we all lock a part of ourselves away? Hidden from the rest of the world, deep within, that small element of our soul we think may frighten others.
Every now and then my husband gets inspired to make something he has a craving for. One of those last experiments was delicious cinnamon rolls. Absolutely delicious thank you my love.