First Light: Beginnings from Barcelona

The morning light is filtering through my shutters in that particular Barcelona way - golden and insistent. It's barely 9 AM on this September morning, and I've finally done it. After years of promising myself, this blog is real.

Soy Sofia. 28 years old. Camera always in hand. Words always forming in my mind.

Barcelona has been home for three years now, though "home" feels like a fluid concept when you've spent most of your twenties with a backpack and a one-way ticket. My apartment in El Raval is small but perfect - walls covered in maps and prints from my travels, plants that somehow survive my absences, and a tiny balcony where I drink coffee and watch the city wake up.

Photography is my first language. Words come second, though I'm learning to trust them more. Between freelance assignments and personal projects, I'm trying to build something sustainable from this wandering life. Something that honors the privilege of movement while acknowledging its cost.

Lately I've been thinking about patterns. How we repeat them without noticing. How travel can be both an escape and a confrontation. How the camera can both connect and separate. ¿Es posible ser testigo y participante a la vez? Is it possible to be both witness and participant?

This morning I watched an elderly couple buying vegetables at the market below my window. Their synchronized movements spoke of decades together. I wondered about their story, what migrations and decisions brought them here, what keeps them rooted.

That's what I hope this space becomes - a place to explore these questions. To document not just the places I go, but the person I become in them.

So here's to beginnings. To first light. To the courage to start something without knowing exactly where it leads.

Hasta pronto,
Sofia