“That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don’t know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love as you and I know it – the total passion for the total height – you’re incapable of anything less.” – Ayn Rand
“Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land”
― Pablo Neruda
“Smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
The photo below is one I could’ve taken a dozen times while in Spain — men relaxing with cigars, watching the world go by. It’s hard to take photos and not be obvious. It’s different when you take them of street performers as they welcome them, however, taking them of everyday people doing everyday things….is much more challenging.
For the next several weeks I’ll be sharing some of my photos from Spain. While there I visited Madrid, Sevilla, Cordoba, Granada and finally Barcelona.
I’ll be heading back in late spring to the Catalan region to attend (and be a part of) a wedding and will surely take many more. Along with the photographs, I’ll try to share a few thoughts about each place. My girlfriend, who is the one getting married, was born and raised in Barcelona. She is perhaps one of the proudest people I know with regards to her mother country. When I first met her in Verona, Italy, she explained in detail that she was not Spanish, but Catalan. I like that about her – her knowledge of her people and country. Among many things we have in common, while having been raised in polar opposite countries, is our love of books. The photo below is of a little shop, filled literally to the ceiling. Needles to say, it was hard to leave…
“Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?” – Henry Ward Beecher
“It was in Spain that [my generation] learned that one can be right and yet be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courage is not its own recompense. It is this, doubtless, which explains why so many, the world over, feel the Spanish drama as a personal tragedy.” – Albert Camus
I am leaving for Spain this weekend. I’ll be making stops in Madrid, Sevilla, Cordoba, Granada and finally Barcelona to meet up with a girlfriend. In preparation for my trip, I have chosen to post something I have grown accustom to in the last twenty years here in Seattle and the surrounding areas. Native art has not, until recently, been interesting to me. However, my tastes have changed dramatically and now I think it powerful and beautiful all at once.
“A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.” – George Bernard Shaw
“The architects who benefit us most maybe those generous enough to lay aside their claims to genius in order to devote themselves to assembling graceful but predominantly unoriginal boxes. Architecture should have the confidence and the kindness to be a little boring.” – Alain de Botton