Fujifilm 18mm f2 around TORREMOLINOS, SPAIN.


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Tupelo Train by Chris Haugen

Hi everyone. It’s mid March in 2020 and I’m just back from spending two months in Spain. I cut my trip a little short as the virus outbreak was starting to affect travel. Terrified that I would get stuck in the sunshine forever, I decided to come home. For now I’m happy to be back and taking some time to reflect on an absolutely wonderful time away and relive it through the many pictures I took.

All of these photos are with my Fujifilm X-T3 and my latest favourite lens, the 18mm f2. As ever, if you’re curious about the lens or camera I hope seeing these pictures is useful to you. I highly recommend the lens and the combination – it’s been a wonderful companion for me these past weeks.

I spent most of my trip in Malaga and goodness knows how I might describe the city and my time there in just a handful of pictures and a few words. It was simply one of the happiest times of my life – my favourite little photography adventure yet – but I’ll get back to talking about Malaga another time.

While staying in the city I took a few day trips along the coast and one of those was to nearby Torremolinos. Although it may have cultural riches that escaped my gaze in the brief time that I was there, I think it is fair to say that Torremolinos is more easily described by a few photographs and paragraphs.

It feels very much a holiday town (and that’s a daft understatement) with restaurants, souvenir shops and bars lining the coast. The sound of English being spoken was never too far away and there are perhaps a few too many curry houses or Irish bars to offer a traditional Spanish experience. I was reminded of the Manic Street Preachers lyric – A Billion Balconies Facing The Sun. And reminded too of some very British characters in Martin Parr photos – but I wasn’t there to take copies of his pictures, not on this occasion at least.

So Torremolinos is not traditional Seville, nor international Malaga. But it was peaceful, maybe sleepy, sunny and often pretty. Sometimes pretty in an eerie, orderly, 1950s picket fence type of way, but also more interestingly pretty from some backstreets – and from a distance, looking down on the carefree holidaymakers, appreciating the sunshine and sea. I was pleased and unashamed to be one of them for a short while, but it sure made me miss Malaga – fortunately just a short train ride away.

Thanks for watching everyone – I hope you’re keeping well, wherever you are in the world.