sunshine in the dark (preview)

The location was not easy to reach. Some 20 minutes from Torremolinos there is an abandoned sugar fabric. It was constructed in 1930 and they say it is one of the most important examples of Andalusian industrial architecture. But now it consists mainly of some huge, completely empty halls, only a few barred doors and skylights let some light break into the deep darkness within the decadent brick walls.

But anyway I was not so much interested in the architecture and the sweet sugar that one produced there - I had the sweetness right by my side and it was her that I wanted to portray in the context of the abandoned place: the perfect fresh and awakening young body of the marvelous 18-years old Anya, full of vitality and in anticipation of an up-and-coming future,  in contrast to the old walling who's good times have ended long time ago.

The complex is closed by a stone wall. Anya climbed up on it and jumped down easily with a smile on her happy face, flexible like a little cat, and I followed her with some caw and hoping not to sprain a foot when jumping down on the uneven floor. For a moment I felt like her grandfather (I could be it, my oldest grandchild has 2 years less than her...).

Anya took off her clothes and we walked around the fabric. It was a hot a bright, sunny day and soon it was clear that I cannot take photos outside. The contrast was much too strong, and at many parts of the building that would have formed a beautiful background there were ugly piles of waste or the access to the wall was closed with dry and not really photogenic, waist-high plants.

There was a very attractive water tower, but the stairs were so very rotten that Anya didn't dare to climb to the floor that had like a balcony on which I would have loved to photograph her. My objection that, in case she'd fall, I'd finally would have some photos accepted or even loved by Zuckerberg (because there's no problem with nakedness when the subject is dead, and dead bodies in general are very welcome on social networks), didn't really convince her and once again I made the experience that my strange kind of black humor sometimes isn't really motivating :-)

So we went inside. Some nice prior visitors had broken some of the fence that protected the entries. There we were in the dark. Our steps echoed. Some birds startled and their flap sounded unnaturally loud. 

I saw some interesting topics to shoots series. Today I upload the first of those series (for "Power"-level and up) that I call "sunshine in the dark" and I leave it up to you to decide if the the sunlight that leaves some bright spots on the floor ist the sunshine to which I refer or the wonderful model Anya that for sure can brighten up almost any darkness...