While in Collioure on my way to Barcelona I noticed this Catalonian woman walking along the shore. Little did I know that the residents of this region consider themselves Catalonian first, then French. Same goes for the Spaniards just south of here. The region they live is known as Catalonia.
If I can judge the people by the way they live, then they seem to be a solid bunch. When I was in Barcelona I noticed the Catalonian flag hanging from every apartment, literally tens of thousands. Silly me; I thought the flags had something to do with Barcelona FC, which if you don't know is the most awesome soccer team in the whole universe. But no, not BFC, the flags were in support of Catalonian independence.
I'm just a visitor to the area, I know nothing about the politics, but it quickly became apparent that many are serious about becoming a separate country. That was reinforced by news of votes and such in international headlines about the same time I was here. But it seems for now, Barcelona (Catalonia) is still part of Spain and Collioure is still part of France.
So back to this woman walking the beach. I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I suspect that Catalonian politics was the furthest thing from her mind.
A couple of years ago I was standing on a hill in New Zealand with twenty other photographers. It was early in the morning before dawn and everything was quiet, still and overwhelmingly beautiful. I had to pinched myself to ensure it wasn't a dream. Well, I made that last part up, my fingers were to cold to pinch anything, but I was pretty happy nonetheless.
Its great I have this image because it helps me remember. I wonder what it wold be like if I could remember everything with vivid clarity. I think it would be a double edged sword. Truth be told I'd, only I'd only want to remember the good things, but if I had that memory I might not have a choice. Maybe that's why we are the way we are. Our memories fade so we have a chance to move on, start new, live another day.
I've heard that when we die we have a life review. That we see everything we've done that affects other people. If that's true, then that will be one heck of a memory machine. Or, maybe that's how we remember when we don't have our aging brains getting in the way. Maybe our minds are really that good, it's an incredible idea. I think it's true, we have hints of it throughout our lives and society.
Now if I could only learn how to tap in to my unlimited memory, I could tell you what I had for dinner last night and, I could remember my e-mail password. I had one more point to make but I seem to have forgotten what it was.
I've heard that when we die we have a life review. That we see everything we've done that affects other people. If that's true, then that will be one heck of a memory machine. Or, maybe that's how we remember when we don't have our aging brains getting in the way. Maybe our minds are really that powerful, it's an amazing idea. I think it could be true, we have hints of it throughout our lives and society.
Now if I could only learn how to tap in to my unlimited memory, I could tell you what I had for dinner last night and remember my email password. I had one more point to make but I seem to have forgotten what it was.
I did a ton of these photos during sunset at Mile Rock Beach while in San Francisco. When I find myself in the right spot at the right time I go a little shutter crazy and end up taking dozens of photos. I'm going to reserve judgement and just say that's a good thing.
The Pacific coast is lined with these big rocks just off shore. I imagine that back in the old days there were shipwrecks during storms and now are historical sights to dive and explore. The two furthest rocks here are Lobos Rock on the left and Blackhead Rock just right of center. They must be well known to mariners.
I don't know why I'm so obsessed with the past. When I look at photos of a scene my brain looks for context, we all do that. So with a scene like this, or something completely different like the street scene from Barcelona I posted the other day, I take a step back in four dimensions. By that I just mean just naturally tent to view a scene or subject from a context outside the current moment. I'm not sure why I do that, maybe everyone does it and it's not unusual. I wonder if there is a name for that? Good, bad or indifferent it does open up a whole new world of perspectives, especially in my photography.
So there you go, time travel 101.