Yet another of my hot shot photo spots here in the City on the Sea is Montjuic. This is not a bad place for either sunrise or sunset–check The Photographer’s Ephemeris for sun/moon details on your planned visit.
This morning I was up there for the lunar eclipse…not a soul around…as if I had the whole mountain and its cemetery ghosts to myself, with the millions sleeping below amongst the shimmering lights.
Alone, on a stroll by the wall where Lluís Companys died by Franco firing squad in 1940. His last words “For Catalonia!”
An eerie, yet calming, place above the city.
Walk the trail all the way around the Castle for a variety of views and breathe in the cool, humid, sea breeze and the centuries of human history. Listen to the clank, grind, and hiss of a working port…the long, booming, klaxon of a departing ship. Walk toward the city, down the trail near the steep northeast slope, for more views of the metropolis.
My eclipse photos? Well, lets just say I am not much of an astrophotographer. At least I have the sight recorded in my personal cerebral memory card. You’ll find plenty of great photos of the event plastered all over the internet.
The constantly busy-as-a-bee industrial-commercial section of Barcelona’s port. Just how many containers pass through here each year? Something close to 3 million, apparently. The strange crane-tractors the modern stevedores use to move these things around are weird, bug-like, and impressive–the drivers haul and sort containers to and fro in mere minutes as if their machines were go-go-carts and the massive rectangular boxes were simply giant plastic Legos…
A Mediterranean ferry, blurred by a slow shutter, arrives in port just before sunrise–from Mallorca, perhaps? A cruise ship, lights ablaze, prepares for departure. The controversial Hotel Vela stands guard. A launch, maybe a lone fisherman, returns to port…
The line forms outside the port, each awaiting the appointed time to load or unload. Who has to stand watch and who gets to take the zodiac into town?…
An airliner on approach to the Barcelona’s El Prat Airport just as the sun rises. If only the ship on the horizon had been just a bit farther out to sea–it would have shown up nicely as a silhouette against the red, roaring, plasmic meatball rising from the water…
Leave a reply