The Guardians of the Temple (City On Film).

View of skyscrapers from Bryant Park, New York City - Yashica Electro 35 G, Ilford HP5+ Looking up at the sky from Bryant Park is always a visual experience and offers wonderful opportunities for the photographer interested in capturing the distinctive way the city expresses its personality. The shapes change throughout the day and across… Continue reading The Guardians of the Temple (City On Film).

Guardianes del templo (La Ciudad en analógicas).

View of skyscrapers from Bryant Park, New York City - Yashica Electro 35 G, Ilford HP5+ Ver hacia el cielo desde Bryant Park es siempre una experiencia visual y ofrece maravillosas oportunidades para el fotógrafo interesado en capturar el sello distintivo con el que la ciudad expresa su personalidad. Las formas cambian durante el transcurso… Continue reading Guardianes del templo (La Ciudad en analógicas).

Manhattan Dark receives “Honorable Mention” at Neutral Density Photography Awards

I am pleased to announce that my photograph Manhattan Dark was awarded with Honorable Mention in Architecture: Cityscapes Category by the prestigious Neutral Density Photography Awards, which gathers thousands of photographers from around the world. I am honored to have my work included among the photographs that ND considered worthy of an Honorable Mention distinction. My congratulations to the… Continue reading Manhattan Dark receives “Honorable Mention” at Neutral Density Photography Awards

Ortiz Guinand Photography, my new portfolio.

It has been a while since my last post, on March 26th. As I announced in that note, I would undergo surgery on my right shoulder after an incident caused tearing of various tendons and muscles, affecting my ability to rotate and rise my arm or even hold a camera. I got the operation done… Continue reading Ortiz Guinand Photography, my new portfolio.

The Ghost of Winter Past

Midnight. I finished listening to “Space Oddity”, and went to bed nostalgic. My wife was in Orlando. I was alone, with my thoughts, memories. The last image before falling asleep was, maybe, I think, of a terrible flu that I got that season. I woke up because a soft, delicious voice whispered in my ear:… Continue reading The Ghost of Winter Past