I haven’t edited photos or written any of my stories for several days, but for the best possible reason: I’ve been traveling through northern Spain and simply didn’t have time. Today I’m feeling quite tired, but also deeply satisfied with everything I’ve seen and all the photographs I’ve taken. It was a proper road trip, with minimal stops in cities and a clear focus on landscapes, hidden gems, and peculiar places that made me burn through film as if it were being given away.
Of course, I did take some city photos too, especially in Bilbao, which is an absolute visual spectacle. In Logroño, I ended up doing a bit of street photography without really planning to, and in Burgos I captured the classic cathedral shots that stand out mostly for their lack of originality, but let’s be honest, who can resist such a work of art? The pleasure of photographing shouldn’t revolve solely around the result. Sometimes, it’s just part of the experience you’re living, it helps you look more closely at what’s right in front of you. Photography is a lived moment anchored in time, and that’s reason enough to enjoy it. Nothing more is needed.
But to be honest, what I truly enjoyed the most was the journey itself, the road, stopping here and there for landscapes that left me speechless. Telling myself, “No more stops unless it’s something truly spectacular,” only to pull over again five minutes later. I genuinely love nature photography, landscapes, rugged and wild places that tell their own stories.
The photo that accompanies this text isn’t from the trip, those still need to be developed and scanned. It’s from the Eume Reservoir, one of those places that practically begs you to stop and fill a roll. It had rained heavily in the days before, making it the perfect time to visit. In the end, the best approach is to balance longer journeys with shorter outings close to home. These two ways of enjoying photography complement each other perfectly.
