These balconies are oriented to the East, so they receive sun in the morning. This place makes me think would make a nice painting with a theme similar to the ones so cherished by Hopper. I admire him so much… perhaps I was drew to this place precisely because made me evoke his art…
Estos balcones está orientados hacia el este, de tal manera que reciben sol por las mañanas. Este lugar me hace pensar que sería una pintura agradable con un tema similar a los que era tan afecto Hopper. Lo admiro tanto… tal vez me sentí atraído a este lugar precisamente porque me hizo evocar su arte…
These birds in the port… I don’t know if they dream that they are humans and walk like one, or if are the humans the ones dreaming they are sea creatures and walk like them. To me is enough to just see, and walk again the port. I’d like to think my walking as a panther. xD
Estas aves en el puerto… No estoy seguro si ellas sueñan ser humanos y caminan como uno, o si son los humanos los que sueñan que son criaturas marinas y caminan como ellos. Me basta con ver, y caminar otra vez el puerto. Me gustaría pensar que mi caminar es el de una pantera. xD
I am flying, light and weak, over the lonely fields. My wings woven with the sweet memories of you. ^.^
Estoy volando, débil y ligero, sobre los campos solitarios. Mis alas están tejidas de mis dulces recuerdos contigo a.n.c.z. \^-^/
At last! I was fighting against the internet to post the photograph of today. It’s so slow for some reason. :T
This is a portrait of the cat, the frame is not digital, is a black frame I made. The photograph was shot at twilight so the movement of the cat (they hardly stay still). I liked how it ended. :P
Grrr! Hoy el internet está terriblemente lento. *me agarro a cabezasos contra la pared* Este es un retrato del gato, el borde no es digital sino uno que yo hice a mano. ; )
Classic echoes in the white stones of another world.
Ecos clásicos en las piedras blancas de otro mundo.
rain of light over me
I know I have not posted longer articles since a time. I am quite busy with my projects. But today I decided to give me a relax and to publish some photographs. These are from some years ago with a point and shoot of four megapixels in a place named Paucarpata.
walking to another realm
Paucarpata means “flowery platform” and it’s actually pre-hispanic farm platforms still in use. It’s located in Peru in one of the districts of Arequipa city. I walked with a friend philosopher when I was at university.
stone by stone
These barriers made with stone are called “pirka” you can found them in every farmland in the Peruvian highlands, in the deserts of the coast use vegetal fibers instead.
two old plas talking
I don’t know if they are related, but I liked so much the idea of family ties in the vast countryside.
a road to fantasy land
Remains of buildings, exposing the with volcanic rock as a kind of bones after the rain…
watcher of the sky
light painting softly the countryside
Seeing from the distance I think the fully automatic little camera did a good job. But that time I was getting closer to its limits…
a last try of warmness
And that was just a good time. It was one of the few times I walked with somebody else. Except the last year in July… And I think I can notice that my partners in crime get quickly impatient… I am not the kind of guy that just walk away and snap shots. I like so much to taste the place and see… and walk and get lost in it, even if I cannot get to discover it completely.
I prefer to know a little but well that know everything but just superficially.
thinking in a far past
The beginning of a tale of adventures.
El inicio de una historia de aventuras.