London + Granada

Double decker buses and cobblestone roads. Mulled wine. Fish and chips. Punks at Camden market.

High Tea. Foggy streets. Seeing the Queen as she exits Buckingham Palace (this actually happened.) Getting lost going back to Willesden Green.

The Tube. Chalk Farms. East London. Notting Hill. Portobello Market. Vintage, vintage, vintage! Fur coats for 10 pounds. Laughs for days with my sister and my cousins.

Stansted to Malaga. Malaga to Granada.

Winding cobblestone roads. Orange trees (naranjo). Dogs off their leashes. Going out at midnight. Flamenco. Arab Baths. The Realejo. Yellow sweaters and space heaters.

The Albycin. Little Morocco. Teterias. Dreadlock rockin hippies. Guitars and ukulele jam sessions. Te Pakistani (con leche por favor). Siestas!

Meeting my sisters roommate, seeing her apartment. Spending a week in her LIFE. Views of the Alhambra. Sharing a bed with my sister, like when we were little kids. Only, when we were young, we would fight over the covers. We are better at sharing now.

When I travel alone, my camera becomes my best friend. It’s my way to keep loneliness at bay; it is my companion. When I travel with family or friends, my camera competes for the attention of those people I am with. The people I am with often win that battle…

All this to say: I went to London and Spain to visit family- my cousin lives in London and my baby sister lives in Granada, Spain. I traveled to London with another cousin of mine, who is also one of my best friends, and together, we all had a European family reunion of sorts. Photography wasn’t my goal: laughing and bonding with family was… However, my camera still came along for the ride, but alas, with a much lightened kit (ONLY a 35 1.4L & 24-70 2.8L). It was the lightest kit I have ever brought while traveling, and there were times I was aching for my 70-200 2.8L. So, I was a bit disappointed with my images when I returned. Not enough attention was paid; I didn’t have my arsenal of photographic tools at my disposal. But this wasn’t a photo trip. This was a reunion; soaking up the moments spent with my sister to sustain me for the next 6 months of not seeing her.

Anyway, enough with the words. Hopefully my images provoke feelings that can transport you. I am usually quite eloquent, but when it comes to writing a blog post, I itch to get to the image part, and forgo the words. So, without further ado:


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