September 17, 2010. Diego's eight months old and he's already learnt how to stand up on his cradle. It's a kind of... well... an outstanding feat. I know, I know we are not very objetive on this matter, but... mind you: we feel so proud.
Ya veis: ocho meses y el chavalote se pone de pié, sin vacilaciones. Solo necesita un punto de apoyo. Y nosotros un pañuelo, que se nos ha metido algo en el ojito y lagrimea... sob!
Zamora, August 03, 2010 Diego seems quite interested on the outstanding private life of soccer players and TV journalists so he jumps for every gossip magazines he puts his eyes on. Unfortunately for our heroes, our son is also a merciless shredder machine: on just five minutes he can reduce a full-color magazine to tiny paper bits. (He would swallow them if we weren't there to avoid it...)
Zamora, August 03, 2010. Diego on the very hotel where it was held our wedding reception four years ago. Dressed in a new green outfit he was a kind of attraction amongst customers and staff. (By the way, if Prenatal chain store would need a nice ad image, please be free to call us to arrange something, ha, ha :-)
Pamplona, July 3, 2010. Spain's soccer team wins against Paraguay. Everybody feels this victory is his or her own. They jump, they cry, they hug each other. We're together in this; we're not longer a country splitted in one thousand petty feuds. If only we could face our problems with a tiny amount of this energy! Photography: as always, I'm using my reliable TTL cord flash. And I've chosen to focus on young and pretty people because I found informative their passion for this game.
April, sunday 4, 2010. This mirror would be one way to be on the same image with them. It's been written by wise scholars: photography is a image-make medium where operator is missing. We're all together on this one; maybe not a great statement on Photography's History but a neat thing to do on a sunny april morning.
April 4th, 2010 A mirror purchased by a dime on a "chinese" shop provides countless experiences. Diego provides one thousand more experiences: every hour he wonders us. He's already a real person, albeit a small one. Juliana smiles.