For the last five days I’ve been having a some fun with my friends on Instagram participating in a five day black and white photo challenge. Lots of us are doing it, so it’s exciting to see how we all transform our shots into black and white.
I have to admit that when I began on Instagram this year, I did it very sceptically, sort of thinking that it would just be an experiment but I’m sure I’d hate it. More social media, no thanks. The truth is that I’m having loads of fun connecting with friends with it, plus I think it’s helping to understand more about photography and colours. Yeah, gasp!
Anyway, I was tagged to do the challenged by my lovely friend Farianti. Ok, I cheated. She was having a blast and uploading beautiful pictures so I basically asked her to tag me. Today we’ve decided that we’ll bend the rules and just continue to make more black and white photos whenever we feel like it. That’s how it should be, right?
When I was in LA this year and I met my friend, super talented photographer Patty, she gave me a piece of advice that I’ll never forget. She told that we all have very personal ways of projecting our photos into black and white, and it’s easier to make a photo into our personal black and white style from a colour photo than from an already black and white photo. Since then I’ve experimented with this, and she’s right. Since then I only take colour photos and then I edit them.
I also realised that not all photos are adequate to turn into black and white. I attempted a few and they just didn’t work. I think the best ones are the ones with sharp contrasts of dark and light colours.
Here are my five photos from the challenge. All of the photos were taken during this weekend.
It all started on Friday afternoon when the weekend was formally starting and I was at Atocha train station in Madrid to catch the train back to Barcelona. I think that this part of Atocha is splendorous, though I also think I’ve never been able to capture in photo how I see it when I’m there. Still, I try sometimes when I’m there.
I couldn’t stand the wait and opened one of my jars of arbequina olives, the ones with thyme. As I always feel so rushed during weekdays, I think the weekends are moments where I should take a little extra care in enjoying my food. As if I didn’t eat well most of the time… Eating your own homemade seasoned olives is supposed to be a treat. The truth is that they are still a tad bitter and should be just right in about a month or two.
One of the great things about living in Barcelona is that you’re next to the beach. So when you’re lucky to get a sunny weekend, you can chill out for a moment at the beach.
Another great thing about Barcelona are the beautiful plazas with lovely cafés. It’s too cold for my liking to sit outside now in the evening, but other brave and resistant people do it.
Lastly, and pardon the dirty windscreen, I think weekends are great for doing some sports, like those cyclists were doing. My sporty moment this weekend was swimming laps in the pool. Another thing I love about living here, or in Spain in general, is all the ancient roman architecture and ruins that surround you. Coming across ancient murals that would have once been part of fortifications with arches like this are quite common.
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