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An "abandoned" train station

The train line that joined Segovia with Medina del campo was opened in 1884, bringing the industrial revolution to my grandparents’ village – the deep, deep Spain – a few decades before they were born. This line stopped working in 1985, after improvements in the region’s roads vastly decreased the traffic of passengers. The station, located in the outskirts of the village, hasn’t seen any travellers for over 25 years, but it still stands proud, and it is a wonder to see. However, it is not fully abandoned. Can you imagine living in a 125-year-old train station? I imagine it’s not the most practical living arrangement, but there’s some lucky person who rented it for a really low price. It’s such a great way to keep these beautiful buildings from becoming derelict.

Abandoned train station

I didn’t know the station was still standin. Hell, I didn’t even know this town had a train station, but our hotel was next to it and we decided to take a look. It was amazing to imagine what it must have looked like in the old days. I like to imagine my grandparents getting really excited about little trips to neighbouring towns. It’s strange to remember how much bigger the world was back then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abandoned train station

 

 

A weekend in Bologna: The film photos

Back in May my friend Clemens and I went on an Italian adventure. Somehow I only snapped three film photos apart from the band ones. Clemens finished a roll, but it was mostly photos taken by a drunk girl that we didn’t even know. It was a weekend of great randomness. I can only hope 2012 brings us another adventure like this one. Old friends, new cities and a great band.

Bologna

 

Bologna

 

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forgetters

 

forgetters

 

forgetters

 

The first three photos were shot on an olympus compact camera with Vivid Arrow film, which is to blame for the awesome colours (together with Bologna’s lovely light). I’m not sure about the bottom three, but I suspect they belong to a different film.

 

 

A test roll

 

 

Mary-Lou's birthday picnic

 

October so far

Hello and excuse my blog absence. I started work this month and proceeded to catch every virus going around the school, which reduced me to a very useless human being who could do nothing but sleep and watch films in bed. When I recovered my blog was hacked, but it’s now back thanks to the great support at one.com. These are my past 2 weeks in instagram photos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On another note, I am currently finishing my Master’s thesis, which doesn’t leave me much time to fool around on the internet and look after my blog like I should. That is why I am desperately in need of guest bloggers for October and November. If you want to help me out get in touch. I’m open to all topics and all types of guest posts.

 

6-hour Venice

About this post:

This post was written by Inês, a very talented lady who usually shares her creativity over at Aramar. If you want to read more or have a look at her amazing photographs make sure you check out her blog.

Last September I went to Venice for the first time. One can hardly call this an insightful post about Venice… after all I stayed there for six hours. But since it took me three and a half hours to get there by train from Milan, I’ll keep on considering this as real travelling.

So, first impressions on Venice right after I got out from the train station: there’s a Portuguese expression that we use when we feel a bit claustrophobic, which is “I feel like a canned sardine”. Now that’s exactly what came to my mind at that moment. I could see people everywhere, and they clearly had an agenda, that I can only imagine as something like this: “The last person to arrive at the Piazza San Marco is a rotten egg!!”

As you can see, I’m a very optimistic girl and, naturally, faced the next hours with a look of despair. Here’s an important fact: I wasn’t travelling alone. When you travel with a group you have to make concessions. So, instead of escaping to the more deserted streets of Venice, there I went to the Piazza San Marco via the street with the biggest number of tourists per square meter. That’s what happens when cruise ships pour tourists into a small place filled with canals every 15 minutes.

Now, not everything was bad. I got to talk with an old Venetian man that told me how many bridges and churches there are in Venice, and explained me the meaning behind several of their names. Plus, there was also the time when we got lost and managed to find the way to the piazza by following handwritten directions in several walls. Not to mention the magical and also somewhat decadent atmosphere of the city.

I took lots of film photos during the day, as a way of making myself look closely at the details. It was only after seeing the developed photos that I was sure I had been there, and that Venice is beautiful, even in the midst of all the confusion.

 

 

Look, I'm on Instagram!

I have to admit that I am a fan of taking stupid pictures of the minutiae of my daily life. I don’t always carry my digital camera with me because, well, it’s heavy and I can’t be bothered, so my everyday camera is a little film one. There is a limited number of photos of what I eat that I am willing to take on it, so quite often I turn to my phone’s camera. Since I’m back on my iPhone I’ve been sharing these photos on Instagram. I have to admit that I found the idea of it a bit off-putting at first and that I still hate most of the filters they offer, but the tilt-shift feature is fun, it’s easy to post photos to tumblr and I actually love seeing what my friends are up to, so I am definitely converted. I haven’t been using it for very long, but you can see the photos I’ve shared so far here. If you want to follow me, my username is, surprisingly enough, mysterymoor.

 

 

Berlin 2009

 

Hamburg 2009