Used book fair / Feria de libros usados

Sunday morning on Cuesta Moyano, near Madrid’s Parque El Retiro, used book dealers display their treasures. Onlookers gather as the dealer opens boxes of books recently purchased from some estate, eager to find a rare edition or at least something that will sell.

Los domingos por la mañana en Cuesta Moyano, cerce del Parque El Retiro de Madrid, vendedores de libros usados abren sus tesoros, recien comprados de algúna herencia, ansiosos de encontrar una edición limitada excepcional o por lo menos algo que se puede vender.

José, Virginia and Mely

Sunday afternoons the sounds of laughter drift over our next-door neighbor’s wall – deep hearty laughter, the sounds of friends enjoying pleasant conversation and probably good wine. José and Virginia and his mom Mely run a small neighborhood grocery store just down the hill.

José is a bricklayer by trade, but jobs are scarce. Mely’s husband died a few years ago, so they all help keep the household together. And Sunday afternoons, their only free time during the week, they relax. And laugh.

Morning break / Junta de los Caminos, Málaga

Just outside Puerto de la Torre, where several roads come together, is a small group of houses and cafes. I parked my scooter, ordered a café con leche (un mitad doble in local speak) and sat down to enjoy the late morning air on the patio. These men didn’t arrive together, but seemed to be old friends, in no rush to get back to whatever was waiting for them. In Spain drinks are consumed slowly and sitting down, with plenty of conversation.

Hand on the shoulder

Between the Zagreb bus station and the main square I came up behind this sweet couple. She’s looking ahead and he’s looking down. He depends on her.

I know they’ve seen lots of change and turmoil in their lives. Have they always turned to each other for strength? Have their struggles brought them closer together? Do they share their deepest thoughts? On the other hand they might have  a silent dependency, just trying to read each other’s minds.

I often wonder how the people in my photos live and act and think.

Friends on a bike

I used to drive across the Continental Avenue bridge quite often back when I was a courier in  Dallas. Now it is a unique park with fountains and benches and yoga classes and lots of room to ride. It’s called the Ronald Kirk Bridge now.

Friends for life

I hope that fifty years from now these girls will be just like the women they just passed. What a gift to have a lifelong friend.

I snapped this shot just outside of Atocha Station in Madrid, and didn’t notice the women in the background until later.

Málaga Feria

She sauntered out of a passageway, sat down, pulled out a cigarette and took a long drag – a secluded corner hidden from the mass of party-goers. I’m sure she saw me but during fair week in Málaga people don’t mind having their picture taken. Some even pose without me asking. One doesn’t dress up for nothing! Downtown during August fair week is crazy, happy, crowded, hectic and beautiful – a photographer’s dream.

Check out my Feria de Málaga gallery here.