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Sense of geometry
18 May, 2016

Sense of geometry

A sense of geometry. It’s something I try to apply when I photograph a scene. Others call it the decisive moment. It’s not easy. Sometimes I don’t quite manage to shoot just at the right time, but I try. Everything is a question of practice. As I walk through the streets I come across lines and arrows that flag the potential for a good photo. Than all I have to do is wait for the scene to set itself in some way. A subject appears, stops, and looks at me. That’s the moment to give it a click, and I have my photo.

Living history
25 April, 2016

Living history

From a bird’s eye view IE University’s Segovia campus looks magnificent. Situated at the foot of a medieval wall, the old Santa Cruz la Real Convent is now a source of pride for the city for two main reasons – because it’s an architectonic gem in itself, and because it houses a university that is committed to innovation. A national heritage site, the history of this building, with a surface area of more than 18,000m2, is quite a curious one. In the 13th century it was the first Dominican convent to be built in Spain, then it was rebuilt in the 15th century, and rebuilt once again in the 19th century. Behind these walls that are so steeped in history, today Santa Cruz la Real is equipped with cutting technology applied to education. Moreover, it’s one of the most international university environments in existence. Young people of more than a hundred nationalities come here to study. Santa Cruz la Real is, without doubt, still making history.

The enchanted shop
20 April, 2016

The enchanted shop

The owner of this establishment opened the store after his lunch break. It was four o’ clock in the afternoon. He delicately placed a beautiful wooden horse right in the entrance. I thought the wooden toy was a wonderful and unusual way of attracting the attention of tourists. The shelves in the store were chock-full of old clocks, puppets, metal cars, and a whole range of other stuff, to the delight of children, collectors, and nostalgic shoppers. It was a magical place. When I left, the wooden rocking horse, humble as it was, looked to me like the original Trojan horse.

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