the strength of a woman

[ la fuerza de la mujer ]

está entre el cuerpo y respira con el sol.
es mejor que los huesos y encima de los músculos.
está cerca del corazón pero adentro de la toca.
es un poder inherente que no se olvide.
la fuerza en el mundo es callada sin el reconocimiento.


[ the strength of the woman ]

it is in the body and breathes with the sun.
it is superior than the bones and above the muscles.
it is close to the heart but inside the touch.
it is inherent power that cannot be forgotten.
the strength in the world is quiet without the recognition.

Valencia, Spain

Rome, Italy

Valencia, Spain

Granada, Spain

xo, Hallie

When an End, Looms

When an end looms,

life is re-born. 

We are compelled to 

keep our eyes open, 

our hearts unlocked, and 

let our breaths last longer. 

Through this, we remain in a state of mind that 

welcomes serendipity. 

While abroad, 

the speed of my journey slowed, 

I lived day to day, 

and reminded myself to breathe.

Although we may speak different languages or see the world from distinct boundaries, our link relies on being alive. 

Our breath is found in the way we move,

and

time

is the currency

on our path home.

The shadow of my profile reflected against the wall.

La Plaza de la Virgen, Valencia.

A street I walked each day to school.

View of Valencia from the top of the Cathedral.

Los Torres de Serranos.

A man reads on a bench during the siesta hour.

University of Valencia Language Center

Kazumi, Rosabelle, Hinako, & Haidyn

Street art in my neighborhood.

Move away from the doors already known.
Explore, Dream, Discover.
Experimente as if it were the first time.
Your destiny is not a place,
your destiny is a lifestyle.

xo, Hallie

Humans of Granada

For the longest time, when I traveled, I always wanted to keep people out of my photos and solely capture the location or well known places. I would have halves of heads, bodies chopped off, or fingers poking their way into my frame.

I would always try my hardest to get a shot that looked like the ones we have seen before, the seemingly perfect scope of a location that only lives in the back of our minds.

I have started to realize that I like the images I make more with the ones of people in them.

My life is shared with the people of the world and this life is impossible to play without others in it.

--

While on an ISA excursion in Granada, I found myself photographing the people I would see in moments of pure, life. There was no mold I wanted to shape or one pose I specifically looked for. All these humans were discovered in the way they were. I believe the best images speak in ways our words cannot because they make you feel a bit closer to the moment I relay to my viewer.

The images I’ve chosen to share are my representation of Granada. The people in them are the spices, that so many times I have overlooked.

People live in these memories, and these memories live in these images.

Our experiences are our own but they’re most definitely shared.

Sitting on the steps of the Cathedral of Granada

Tourists admire La Alhambra from the most famous view point while also looking at merchandise for sale

A group plays on the walk up to the viewpoint of La Alhambra

People walk through La Alhambra, Granada. Considered to be the 8th Wonder of the World.

A woman bikes through a neighborhood, outside the city center of Granada

A group sits outside the Cathedral of Granada 

Two women look at a menu to a restaurant they will return to

Art students listen to their professor as they draw what speaks to them

A motorcycle zooms past my frame in the streets of Granada

A bar stays open late, as the Spanish night is just beginning

Two dressed up women walk arm in arm from a wedding

Two women accompany each other on a walk above the city, in view, La Alhambra

A mother and son stroll by La Capitania General

Two women mount a motorcycle and speed through Granada

Two older women hold each other on a walk over the bridge

Two women chat in the street after a wedding, before they part ways

A man stays late in his guitar shop while someone dries their jeans above

Two dance flamenco in an original cave, in Granada

A woman awaits her company as the night falls

xo, Hallie

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