Morning Rituals and Silent Promises
The morning light in Barcelona has a personality all its own. Today it's gentle, almost hesitant as it filters through my curtains at just past 9 AM. I've been awake for an hour already, sitting cross-legged on my tiny balcony with coffee that's now gone cold.
Yesterday's conversation with Joaquín has lingered with me through the night and into this quiet Sunday morning. His words about cameras being both shields and swords keep resurfacing as I watch Barcelona slowly stretch awake below me.
This morning, I did something different. I left my camera on the shelf.
Un experimento pequeño. A small experiment.
Instead, I walked to the corner panadería with just my eyes to record the moment. The baker, whose face I've photographed a dozen times for a "Faces of El Raval" series I'm working on, looked surprised to see me without my usual appendage. "¿Sin cámara hoy, Sofia?" he asked, handing me a still-warm croissant.
I explained I was trying to experience the neighborhood differently today. He nodded knowingly. "A veces necesitamos ver con el corazón, no con los ojos." Sometimes we need to see with the heart, not the eyes.
I'm realizing that building a sustainable career isn't just about finding steady assignments or developing my portfolio. It's about cultivating a relationship with the world that doesn't always require documentation. About finding ways to be present that don't leave me perpetually on the outside looking in.
The balance feels impossible sometimes – this tension between witnessing and participating, between capturing moments and living them. Between wandering and belonging.
But perhaps the answer isn't in resolving the tension but in dancing with it. In recognizing that the same impulse that makes me reach for my camera also makes me want to understand the world more deeply.
Today, I promise myself to practice both seeing and being seen. To remember that the most compelling stories often emerge when we allow ourselves to be vulnerable participants rather than just careful observers.
Con esperanza y café,
Sofia