Walking in a valley from the countryside some months ago I saw several trees with berries. It’s a pity don’t be versed in the different varieties to know if one kind is comestible or are red tickets to the hypothetic afterlife :P
There is a bond between friendship and clouds; both have the beauty of things that cannot last and for that they are precious.
I know, good friends are forever but one has to travel, to work, to grow and the time change us that the friend of yesterday is not the same today. I’ve forgotten the most of names of my mates, at school and university, but I remember the names and details of my friends, they know I’ll be there for them to hear them, just hear and don’t judge.
When kid I had a certain apprehension about the ephemeral beauty of clouds, some with extraordinary shapes, another ones changing and blending into so many grades of colors at dusk. After a time I considered that as I couldn’t do anything about that the best I could do it were to remember them. The same I do with my friends I think.
In the end remember is a way to forget because we abstract and select what we want. And a person or even a simple cloud always is far more complex than that our memories allow us to represent: barely a Chinese shadow play.
It’s strange, I took this photograph some months ago.The building is an old colonial residence for an aristocratic family since XVI century and remodeled to this shape in the XVIII century. But the lady walking is dressed like a person from the XVIII century, too; without public artificial lights and without cars, as if I would travelled across the time a bit, not completely but enough to feel like a rare peculiarity.
Ilo city is in the south coast of the Peruvian deserts. Usually covered with the Kamanchaca (sea fog) in summer it’s an amazing place to go to the beaches. In the south of Peru Ilo beaches are in my opinion the most beautiful and always are hidden ones to discover. They are not the glamorous tropical beaches in the north of Peru, with palms and its armies of surfers, but are quite beautiful in its own right.
I went for a work, so I had just one afternoon to enjoy the beach, with a broken camera… The humidity damaged the mechanism and I just could to shoot it in manual; I liked so much that since then I’ve never used full automatic modes.
The yellow building is a bar with restaurants, bathrooms, and services. I think they have good taste because don’t impact negatively the beach and even from the sea they looks discret in the topography.
So I took off my clothes and went to the beach. As I was just alone I let my camera, after having taken a few vistas, and backpack with a kind lady working in the building. I was in the water for hours…
The sunset came so I went for my stuff, but not without take another vistas of the sea dying in fire tones…
And that was all, the next day my back was red and sensible, lol, I mean, auch!
Walking in the street, thinking in things I’ve forgotten, suddenly I saw with a glimpse a feminine figure, so perfect and so delicate. In a fraction of second I though that those legs and that back certainly were among the most beautiful I had ever seen. My eyes followed her delicates lines up to her head, to just discover she was actually a mannequin…
I felt the same shame as the character in one of Hoffmann’s tales that in a party discover a lovely and amazing lady, but when they are dancing the people around them are laughing of them, he discovers that she was an artificial mechanism incapable of feelings and not a human. It was written in XVIII century if I’m not wrong, but certainly is humorous misattribute our feelings to things or illusions that in our minds believe real.
The photograph was taken another day in another place to another mannequin (don’t worry, this time I knew it was a mannequin :P), I waited just the late afternoon to give this other mannequin a bit more of life, like if it were thinking as all we do in the end of the day.