Thanks to modern technology, I am able to exchange with my mother’s family in Spain. Through Facebook, I was introduced to a Spanish photographer, Jose Ortiz-Echague (1886-1980). Echague embraced the photographic camera during a time he was positive traditional ways of life in Spain were disappearing. He made it his mission to capture the Spain he saw vanishing. His images of the religious life-Carthusians especially—are mesmerizing. I did smile at one commenter who expressed the fact that Echague dramatized everything. Histrionic, his fisherman or mariners appeared to be marching off to some epic battle, the crossing of the River Styx, or some other confrontation with evil. To me it seemed so Spanish. Who else but the Spanish could be accused of over acting in still photographers?