This first photo is a picture of one half of a gay couple having fun with their child.
These pictures are all located in Zaragoza, Spain. A small city that retains much of its heritage and has not been altered too much by globalization and tourism.
This is a picture from the rooftop of the Basilica. It is a breathtaking sight, and is like a parting homage to the fact that my partner and I have spent the past 9 months apart. With him living out there studying the harp on his Erasmus. Though it’s clearly a lovely city, I will be glad to put it behind us.
Parke Grande, like a Spanish Central Park.
I thought I should post a few things that show a bit more about me, this is a photograph taken by a friend of me and my boyfriend play fighting. I think the smiles on our faces are enough to show that being homosexual isn’t all topless grinding and pointless sex.
This is a picture from the rooftop of the Basilica in Zaragoza in Spain. It is a breathtaking sight, and is like a parting homage to the fact that my partner and I have spent the past 9 months apart. With him living out there studying the harp on his Erasmus.
There is so much talk in photography about who has the clearest shot and who has the highest definition, but sometimes I think it makes complete sense to fall in love with a photo that simply expresses a great memory and a flurry of emotions.
I love this photo on a personal level because it holds such great memories, but also because it doesn’t try to capture the moment. It captures feelings at the time
What makes ruins so intriguing to the eye? For me I feel as though it is the actualization of the inevitable return to nature that we all face in death. The thought that nature no matter what is the dominating power in the world and in it’s power it still retains a wealth of beauty.
I have always had a weird obsession with mushrooms/toadstools, convinced throughout childhood they were fairy meeting grounds.