'Let us go in;
the fog is rising'
'There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November'
Martin Luther King Jr.
A Heart Of White
Then danced through the night
Water is the driving force of all nature
Leonardo da Vinci
Last Saturday I went to my first Workshop in Birmingham, I have been kind of desperate to go to one for ages, but I am so shy that it took me a long time to find the courage to go to one.
However this one just felt so right, because it was done by Tim Cornbill, a Photographer I got to know through Instagram and I really admire his work. He has been recently awarded with the prestigious Sony Award and specialises in Birmingham, Concrete and Sky and everything in between.
So I had the courage to book one workshop and it was absolutely brilliant, chatted straight away with the 6 other people and it was not as scary as I thought it would be and at the end of the day most of us felt the same, shy to go to a place you don't know anyone but passion for Photography it's always the best way to forget you are even shy ;)
Tim was incredible, he first spend one hour giving basic notions about composition and showed us a very inspiring video, after that we went around Birmingham not like sheeps or Japanse tourists but like friends that were spending sometime toguether.
When the walk around was over we went to the workshop room and we exchanged social media accounts and I came home with so many shots, here are a few I like and I hope you like them too.
Thank you for reading and if you ever want to go to a workshop and shyness stop you, don't think about it, just GO!
I never write in my blogs, I am no good with words, because I take pictures, I feel sometimes I don't have to explain them, but as a personal journey that this is, I would like to mark a thought I had today, really stupid doh!, You see I come from a place in catalonia, a small village called Banyoles, where there is a beautiful lake and just only yesterday it revealed to me why I kept taking pictures of ferns, water plants.
I was taking pictures of my hometown. And it clicked, and I felt happy, I felt at home. I felt like I finally after 3 years taking daily pictures I found my place, and it feels good.I am not scared of repeating the same theme again and again, after all this 'hobby' is for joy, love, passion and never was meant to be for people pleasing.
I take negative comments to hearts but those shots do live in my hearts, regardless.
“He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.”
'Anna Karenina' Leo Tolstoi