Back In Madrid, I think I could live here. This is such a sweet city. I have been out on the Celtic coast of Galicia for the past week, surfing with my old friend Marilyn Poon at the Seeker Surf Camp. It felt so good to be in the water again (even if we did have to wear full wetsuits). Getting into Madrid was such a temperature shock today. Galicia is pretty cold and windy for the most part, and today it was really a gloomy drizzly Irish day. By contrast, Madrid is hot, I mean really hot, I think it was around 35c today. This temperature thing really played into how few images I made while I was at the coast, not to mention I was totally exhausted after surfing all day. There was also the daylight factor, as Galicia really does not get dark in the summer until 11:30 at night. By that time, we were eating dinner and falling into bed, dead to the world.
I was feeling pretty lousy about not making any images, so last night I grabbed Marilyn, just at twilight and went out to the beach right in front of the house. This big sandy beach is in the tiny town of Valdovino, and although that is what most people call this beach, its official name is Praia de Frouxeira. The tides were swinging really high and low, and we just happened to be out there during low tide, so we were able to get some really nice images with the reflections in the tide pools on the sand. Not to mention that we were able to get really close to the tiny island of Percebelleira. Known for this strange edible barnacle, the Percebes, or “pinky finger.” I missed out on trying this delicacy, but maybe when we are back up north in the Basque country, I will run across a few.
It felt good to be on the beach, and it was actually the warmest night of all. For which I was very thankful. I think we got some really nice images, and I am happy with the outcome. I even reverted back to what I have now deemed the “ghost dances.” I have had some resistance to these images, but I am really drawn to them. I like getting out there, dancing and moving, it feels so natural and yet ritualistic. They are not nearly as static as some of my images, which have a different kind of rooted strength.
Tomorrow my sister comes, and I have no idea if I will be making many more images on this trip. We shall see. (P.S. If you don’t already know, just click on the images to get a full sized view)
