Our trip to England

I am guilty, I know I am.  I feel it every morning when I wake up and plan out my day, I feel it at night when I look back at what I’ve done, and I know; I know I’m guilty. Guilty of loosing part of what brought me to where I stand, of letting myself be gobbled by all the must do’s and have to’s; obligations that were once my dream and are now crushing it ferociously.  I am guilty of making secretive a heart that was once poured out for everyone to see.

But the thing is, when your passion becomes your job, people start expecting things from you;  You have deadlines to meet, e-mails to answer, shoots to plan… And with each of those things, your personal projects fall behind to second place, third or even last, if there at all.  And one day, you stop sharing all those stories that make you so happy, all those things that inspire you to keep creating the way you do when you’re working.  It’s inevitable for me to feel the guilt of sharing personal stuff when I know I have clients waiting for my answer. But I have decided, for the sake of me, that I can’t let that keep me from being true to who I am: A dreamer, a writer, a hybrid soul of practical and unpractical, a contradiction of sorts, a shy-extrovert who loves to explore the world with my own eyes and tell it, not the way it is, but the way I see it.

So here’s for many more personal stories! This one took us to England to photograph Charlotte’s Indian vs Cowboys party. Opportunity that we turned into our little safe haven, a first trip outside Spain with our little one that I won’t forget.

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June 2015 – Gardens of England