Photography and photojournalism

I was born in Toronto, some time ago, four years before the Walkman era, to be precise. As a child I moved to Spain with my parents to a small, beautiful, but close-minded village in the middle of the mountains close to the Pyrenees. In my late teens I had my first experience with photography, and in some strange way I felt connected to it and it became part of my life. The beginnings were harsh, jobs for the local magazine, for a local shop, for some small editorial project, all of it a bit too small to make a living out of it. When 22, and tired of fighting and not getting anywhere I decided to see if I would have better luck in Holland. Though I did not do too much as a photographer  (I had to part-time for a living),  something in the air, and I do not think it was weed smoke,  gave me an inspirational push that  would surprise me. Nevertheless, I did not like too much the amount of rain I endured in Holland, so I decided to emigrate back south two years later. I was lucky enough to find a job in a regional newspaper, it was not much of a wage, but it kept me going. But to tell you the truth, what I really wanted was to find my way to Barcelona, a metropolitan city, where everything looked like “big time” for an adopted country kid like me.  The opportunity arose two years later as a free-lancer for the same newspaper I was working for out in the provinces. Though short lived, this period gave me the time I needed to adapt to what would be my new home for the following 10 years. In Barcelona, though sometimes it could be harsh as any big city, I learned most of my “savoir faire” in the profession thanks to having worked with small and big international media outlets and agencies, as well as for many corporate clients. After this “Barcino” (Ancient Roman name for Barcelona) experience, I moved to Malaga due to family matters, where I am now, for the time being.

 

About photography, what can I say? After a bit more than twenty years, I am still eager to press the button. It is true that over the years, experience or perhaps age, or a combination of both, have changed my perception towards photography. As a youngster I was like one of those photographers that seem to live for the ultimate gear stuff one could afford, and I was always prepared to shoot at anything or anyone, anywhere. Photography was little more than the fact of making photos and living the thrill that a given situation could give me. Over the years I came to realize something quite interesting, I still love photography, but it is not all about making photos, it is more about living, about feeling what you are shooting. This may seem a bit of an abstract concept, but I have came to realize that through photography I have learned more than what I may have learned at any school I have ever attended. It may be something that is right beside your home, or something that is thousands of miles away, it does not necessarily matter, though I recognize that we usually like the “great adventures”. This is why I would like to believe that I am an evolving photographer from the inside out. A photographer who seeks to understand and live what he is shooting, and aims to transmit it the best way he knows... in the pictures.