Fiesta de Santo Domingo, Jalón, Spain. August 2007.

In the early hours of the morning, during the fiestas in the villages of eastern Spain, when the party is in full swing, a bull is released into the town with flaming torches clamped to its horns. The spectacle sounds horrifying, but in my experience the bulls seem – astonishingly – to behave no differently with the fire. I have never seen the frantic head shaking or other signs of terror that one might expect.

Bar Jimmy Glass, Valencia, Spain. September 2002.

For me, using light is one of photography’s greatest joys. Although I don’t like to create the light deliberately by artificial means, I love to use artificial light if it’s available. Here there was little else to do anyway, and I wanted to capture the intensity with which this guy was playing his pool.

Calle Correjería, Valencia, Spain. December 2002.

I’ve often felt like this, walking down the dark streets of a strange city. I’ve no idea what made the dog stop under the light, or look over his shoulder, or why I had my camera pointed at him. Whatever the reasons, the picture somehow came about and I’m grateful. Another case of anticipating the moment and having the camera ready to shoot.