In the final days of spring, the first truly hot days had arrived. Burdened with work and a strong desire to escape the bustling city, we yearned to break free from our obligations and conventions, and to embrace the carefree spirit of our childhoods in nature.
Driven by these unspoken desires, we found ourselves drawn to a serene park in Madrid for our first photoshoot. We aimed to transform it into our own little corner, reminiscent of the days when we used to play with our friends.
As we exchanged greetings, a spontaneous question arose: “Hey, how good are you at climbing trees?” A precious smile lit up Laura’s face: “Alright, why not!”
Introductory Text by Laura and Luis
Poetry by Laura F. Dickmanns
Location: Public Park – “Parque del Oeste, Madrid” – June 2023
Model: Laura F. Dickmanns
Photos by Luis S. Martin
Developed & Scanned by Luis S.Martin
B&W Analog images digitized
Film Cameras: Contax 645 and Canon 1V
Film Stock: 120 Kodak Tmax 400 – 35mm Kodak Trix 400
“How Good Are You At Climbing Trees?”
by Laura F. Dickmanns
I search for myself in the rippling reflections that soothe as they flow,
I don’t find myself, still in my newfound exploration I go.
I suffered the loss of what I was supposed to do here,
On the day I die, tell them what I gave you, dear.
I am left with nothing, there you have it all for you.
I exist in the silence before you’re demise,
Time is held together by a thread.
I smile when I look at you because I see myself,
Give me lessons, I don’t think I understand myself.
Explain to me how to escape this chaos if I don’t want to,
Climb this tree with me, won’t it be fun to fall through?
I move swiftly and barefoot, unafraid of the thorns,
The dress lifted halfway, tied in my hand, adorned.
I run away from you while still wearing a smile,
I pause if a shadow has pleased you, for a while.
Capture it, immortalize it, so the memory may survive,
Preserve it in time, as long as we strive.
Me busco en los reflejos ondulados que calman al fluir,
No me encuentro, sigo en mi nuevo descubrir.
Sufrí la pérdida de lo que se supone que vine a hacer aquí.
El día en que me muera, cuéntales lo que te di
Me quedo sin nada, ahí lo tienes todo para ti.
Estoy en el silencio previo a tu disparo
El tiempo lo sostiene un hilo
Sonrío cuando te miro porque me veo
Dame clases creo que no me entero
Explícame cómo salir de este caos si no quiero
Súbete a este árbol conmigo
Caernos será divertido
Avanzo deprisa y descalza sin miedo a si me pincho
El vestido recogido a media altura enlazado en mi mano
Huyo de ti mientras sonrío
Me paro si una sombra te ha gustado
Inmortaliza para que el recuerdo permanezca vivo
Poetry by Laura F. Dickmanns
Model: Laura F. Dickmanns – @laurafdickmanns
Photos by : Luis S. Martin – @lsmartphoto
Developed & Scanned by Luis S.Martin
