It is strange to edit these photos from the comfort of my own living room. I’d planned to work on them during our flight home, when I was still officially on tour; however, after delays and mishaps, I spent our 26 hour return home in a weird dramamine haze. I look at these now and wonder, “Was this really how I saw Spain?” The country seems impossible to represent in a way that does it justice, in a way that doesn’t look like generic tourist brochures. These photos don’t look like how it felt to BE there. They do, perhaps, look like what TOUR is like there, but even then there’s something missing. Maybe it’s just as well that the last collection of photos from this trip are the ones that leave me thinking I should work harder when I go back.
Two weeks until I try my hand at documenting the east coast as we set off on Damien’s tour with Shearwater.