Category : Color
As this current bout of swirling fades and my sense of security settles, I’m off in the mountains of New Hampshire for a long weekend away to write and work on my book. I’ve been looking forward to this time to get outside my normal surroundings and typical routine in the hopes of gaining some fresh perspective and rev my creative mojo. So while I’m away and travel is on my mind, I thought I’d return to playing catch-up from our summer European adventures.
We had planned to go from Barcelona to San Sebastián, and during our four-day span there, take a day trip to Bilbao. Unfortunately, we had some train issues and needed to re-route our journey to head to Bilbao first for a half-day and then off to San Sebastián for our planned time. Our primary reason to go to Bilbao was to see the Guggenheim Museum. Being lovers of art, we wanted to see the installations inside and outside the museum, but we also wanted to take in the architectural masterpiece created by Frank Gehry. And friends, it did not disappoint.
The exhibits inside were equally as spectacular, but photography is frowned upon. My only regret of our visit to Bilbao was that we had such little time and no space to explore the old town and its charming streets. Seems like the perfect reason to go back.
I’ve been swirling for the past few weeks. Most days have felt like a struggle. Getting out of bed has been difficult. Pushing through the day has required inordinate effort. I’ve been looking forward to the end of the day when I can come home, change into my pajamas, and pour a glass of wine, with far too much gleeful anticipation.
I’m having tumultuous dreams and flashback images of my mother. A dear friend’s wife died, bringing up all of the feelings associated with the knowledge that friends my age shouldn’t be dying and that I, too, will die. My tendencies toward existential crisis lie just below the surface, and needless to say, have been spilling over. My self-efficacy regarding writing a memoir, telling my story and telling it well, has been dangerously circling the drain. Oh, and Mercury was in retrograde. I can’t see the forest for the trees.
I have been stuck. In a fragile, emotional, crying-three-times-a-day funk. For a few weeks. But I’m coming out of it. I’m clawing my way to the surface. I have to. I need to see the big picture. I need to remember that life is short and I will die, and to use that knowledge to embrace the life I have rather than retreat from it. I need to remember that revisiting my past opens old doors, and that dreams and flashbacks are part of the process. I need to remember that I’ve never written a memoir before, that this is all new territory for me, and that my self-efficacy will grow as I keep writing.
Yes, I’m shaking the devil off. Casting off the stuck-ness. Starting to glimpse the forest again.
I interrupt my re-capping of our summer travels to Spain and Paris to share some of the instant photography shots I recently unveiled for Autumn Polaroid Week. For this now twice-a-year extravaganza of all that is wonderful about instant photography, I saved a few of the portraits I took of my amazing friend, Melissa, to share. I posted my very favorite black and white photos of her that I took during our shoot in Oregon, but was hoarding these color images shot on IMPOSSIBLE Project film to share last week for Polaroid Week.
Back to playing catch-up on our summer adventures! After our few days in Sevilla, we headed to Barcelona. This is the only city in Spain that I had previously visited — I spent 5 days there during my epic 7-week, solo backpacking journey many moons ago. I was eager to return to Barcelona as I remember falling in love with that city when I had been there prior. I wondered if its architecture, color, art, and food would still hold its enchantment all these years later. I’m happy to report Barcelona did not disappoint.
to the colorful Casa Batlló…
and the towers atop La Pedrera.
The market, La Boqueria, is a visual feast with everything from fresh octopus…
All images shot using my Canon AE-1 camera on Portra 160 film, scanned by Indie Film Lab. As always, you can click on each image to see a larger format.
We’re back! Our epic trip to Spain and France was a blast, and I’m in denial that it’s over. While I’m waiting for my rolls of film to get developed and I take some time to scan my Polaroids, I thought I’d share a few fave iPhone shots to give you a peek into our travels.
We started in Madrid. The color “had me at hello…”
I cannot wait to get my film photos. I’m dying to see what I captured. Oh, and did I mention I didn’t take my digital SLR? I’m over at Mortal Muses today sharing a bit more about opting to leave “the big girl camera” at home while traveling. Click HERE to see more!