Embedded incognito… he sits. he waits. he wonders.
“Am I here? Or, am I there?…. Or, have I always just been everywhere?”
“Potted Man” ~ San Sebastian, Spain © 2010 Skip Hunt
She shivered and gasped as he held her close…
“I’m here. Don’t be afraid…” Her damp chilly frame fought for final moments. Just one more…
He pulled her delicate and closer to share his warmth as she shriveled in her final moments. “My love… I’m so cold… afraid… please don’t let me go… hold me…”
He spoke of sand and sea… He rocked her gently in time with the Mother’s crashing waves… calling back her own. Singing a sweet lullaby, floating adrift in the last breeze… the shepherd delivered her gently to the other side as she slipped in to the great ALL…
“Shepherd” ~ San Sebastian, Spain © Skip Hunt ~ http://www.skiphuntphotography.com
For such a popular Catholic pilgrimage site, there’s something very odd about Santiago’s nearby dim forest. If you can’t feel it, you’re almost certainly no longer among the living. Deep emerald shadows with knarled black fingers intertwined and shielding the mossy leafy bed below.
It rained non-stop for days. And still I couldn’t stay out of this park. You could feel something very Pagan within it. Like it vibrated in the vine and slurped around your feet. There’s something there… I think those who built that magnificient cathedral knew this feeling as well. They were afraid and built a stone fortress to protect all from the knowing… But, I wanted to know.
I walked for hours in the rain. Awaiting a glimpse. Some proof. If felt so thick like thousands of fingers all touching me at once. A dark seduction. As if I should run, but I was too far gone… And, far too enchanted.
“Forest de Compostella” ~ Santiago de Compostella, Spain © Skip Hunt ~ http://skiphunt.carbonmade.com
A few years ago, I went on a 6 week jaunt through Portugal, Spain, and France. Because I was broke most of the time, I budgeted a few espressos during the day, and cheap wine at night. Actually, I discovered most of the cafes, brasseries, and bars sold a glass of wine for less than an espresso. So, many times I’d opt for the vino during the day instead. Oftentimes in Portugal and in Spain I’d splurge for Absinthe or Absinto.
So the next three images reflect those smoky-blurred evening… just wandering about and trying to capture the blurred, wine and absinthe-fueled nights.
“Wet Dream” ~ Santiago, Spain © Skip Hunt ~ http://skiphunt.carbonmade.com
I snapped this a few years ago in Seville, Spain. It was pretty late and tapas bars were the only places left to get a bite to eat. Tapas bars serve snack type food and popular for stopping in for a quick drink and small portions of meat, etc. The light was very low in this bar, but I didn’t want to destroy the tired, late night mood of the place with the burst of a flash. The vague resolution of this image is basically how I remember that night.
“Tapa Night” ~ Seville, Spain © Skip Hunt ~ http://skiphunt.carbonmade.com
The moment descended unguarded…
She knew the life she’d given love would suffer the same as she…
He faced the hidden fear kept locked away in the attic of childhood…
She left her love to face his fate alone…
And, he wondered why all the love would soon be for not.
“You Did Your Best” ~ Barcelona, Spain © Skip Hunt ~ http://skiphunt.carbonmade.com
