These photographs were taken in Vejer de la Frontera, a classic Pueblo Blanco - located in the southern Spanish region of Andalucía. Built completely out of limestone, the whitewashed walls create a luminousity that changes colors as the day progresses and the light changes. On a rooftop balcony, I was able to capture these moments and from them abstract the town's distinct architecture.

Federico García Lorca is from Andalucía. Reading his poems enhance the experience and best describe the feelings I have while travelling in Spain. The following are two of my favorites:


A calvary,
on the naked hillside.
Clear water.
Centenarian olives.
The the narrow alleys,
men with cloaks on,
and on turrets,
wind-vanes, circling.
O lost pueblo,
in Andalusia of sorrows!

Tune of first desire

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

turn orange-colored.
turn into the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

turn orange-colored.
turn into the color of love.