Sunday, April 6, 2014
Remembering . . . a Barcelona moment
Do you scroll through files of travel photos, trying to remember where you were, what you were doing that day, why you wanted to capture an image? Especially when so many of our memories have been digitized, at least their photographic representations, I find this to be the case. Happily, I also keep a travel journal (even, the last couple of years, an illustrated one), so that I can generally look back for reminders. . . .
Even without consultation, though, I know that this snap was taken in Barcelona one morning, somewhere in the older core. I remember being arrested by that woman's pose on her balcony, the colour of her housecoat picking up and intensifying that of the nearby brick rectangles, the Catalan flags gesturing just across the calle. I was intrigued by the reserve she conveyed even in her obvious exposure on the balcony; she claimed that space as intimate, private, impossible though that might seem. So very different from my space on my deck, surveying the ocean, my only witnesses a seal, raccoon, perhaps an occasional neighbour taking her coffee to the beach. Never a crowd of tourists looking for coffee and a churro.
I think I snapped the photo because she was emblematic of how little I could know of the city itself, of most cities. I loved the public spaces, but all those potentially rich interiors, those closed doors, the life just beyond the balconies. . . . perhaps I loved that hint of all the untold stories even more. . . . .
What's interesting is that as I go through the file almost a year later, it's almost impossible to tell if the photo captures any of this. I suspect it may simply read as a too-crowded image of architectural shapes without enough tonal contrast. . . .
Besides looking back to last June, I look back over this past week and see that after last Monday's post on
Remembering my mother through the garden, I posted on Spring Shopping on Wednesday and then did some layering with my new White Jeans as a base for Friday's post. It's an energizing time of year, at least on the West Coast where all is exploding into a madness of birdsong and tender green leaves and pink and yellow blossoms spilling fragrance deliciously and promiscuously . . . .And I begin thinking forward to this year's travels. On which more news soon.
Meanwhile, though, I'm curious to know how often you revisit travel photos (or any photos, for that matter). And how long after the photos have been taken do you first want to look at them again? Do you print (m)any? View them again on screen? Back them up on CD or trust to your own hard drive and/or "the cloud"? How well do you remember why, when, and where you took them? And how else do you hang on to those memories? Y'know, just a few little questions . . . ;-)