Everyone has those special places tucked away in the back of their mind. The places you think of at a certain time in the year, places that hold memories and experiences you hold onto for the rest of your life. Ouray is one of those places; the annual Ice Festival is one of those times. For the past three years, I've attended the Ice Fest with new and old friends, embarking on a weekend full of adventure and growth, always coming back closer than when we left. There's something about being around climbers in such a magical place, sharing stories, snacks, and whiskey. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to put that type of energy into words, it's something you have to live through to fully understand. I'm incredibly thankful that I get to ring in the new year like this, with people so lovely.
The rolls of film that I end up shooting are few and far between. Usually they're a conglomerate of many events, places, and people throughout a month or even a year. As I prepared for my trip to Spain, images photographed by historic photographers flooded my brain, the majority of them being shot on black and white film. I thought about how romantic that was, especially in such colorful places. Only the photographer will have the memory of that place in its entirety, leaving the great task of documenting the feeling of that specific place up to the light and the skill of the person behind the lens.
These are images of Barcelona (and two from Perpignan, France)
Photographed on a Canon AE1, Ilford Delta400