You may not believe it but in autumn there are streets that are flooded with color. Walk down a Street called Corral del Mudo and stop for a moment in this little square. The railings of this house are covered in fabulous red leaves – such a wonderful sight to see. Segovia is so much more than a city built of beautiful stone.
What stands out here are the arcades, which are home to a good number of banks, small businesses and bars. “Avenida de El Acueducto” has to be the busiest thoroughfare in Segovia. I have childhood memories of heavy traffic and the constant comings and goings of people on its pavements. It used to be a main road that went right under the Aqueduct. When local politicians decided to stop traffic going under the Roman monument, some twenty years ago, it became a pedestrian zone. Over time, it filled up with the terraces of bars and cafes so that Segovians and tourists can enjoy the spring sun and magnificent views of the huge Aqueduct.
On a blue morning I observe storks flying elegantly and mysteriously the way only storks can. They glide, peaceful and serene, circling the bell tower of the old Santa Cruz la Real campus. I find their slow, silent wing beats captivating.
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.
Sometimes shadows change reality. Right now we’re living in times of shadows that distort our view of things. You have to be able to distinguish between reality and a mere game of appearances.
The city has turned passersby into shadows. The idea of anonymous beings walking around like ghosts puts my imagination into overdrive. Armed with my trusty camera, I watch them wandering about. They’re like ants, zig-zagging between streets. In a few minutes’ time night will make the shadows disappear, and the street will be deserted.
A wise man once said that our obligation as rational beings is to always act as if we were being watched by all the eyes in the world. We don’t need to be controlled. A person who conducts him or herself properly doesn’t need surveillance.
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.
From the inside of this café, I have the feeling that life is going by slowly. The rain keeps falling and passersby keep going past in dribs and drabs. Watching the rain outside, coffee in hand, makes a person feel cozy and safe.
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.