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
Sunset paint everything with a special palette…
I liked the scene: the sunset was ending so fast… and the bird in the center and the gentlemen talking instead seemed to play a game to be statues, quiet in their eternity of silhouettes of a red sun.
In the elementary school I was very good in the exercise to practice equilibrium over a thin wooden beam to jump to a ring, once I was selected to practice it in public but I was so afraid that I didn’t do anything. Last weekend in the building I designed I had to walk a thin wooden board to set the formwork of a concrete beam, in one side there was five meters of a fall to concrete stairs and to the other side was a fall of ten meters to the neighbour roof. Everything withouth safety equipment…
I felt what I feel when I am lost in the cold of the nature; or climbing also without nothing more than a pair of shoes a jean a shirt and a backpack with water and a camera; or fighting to don’t die in the dangerous blocks. The life suddenly seems a wooden beam so thin and light, so fragile…
I used to wonder if I could travel the life knowing everything, not just to be the passenger of an evanescent dream.
The truth is we are shoot like an arrow towards an almost set destiny and destination without neither hideouts nor stops.
Maybe would be better just to close the eyes and just to dream and just to forget we crossed the mirage of an infinite turquoise.
Towards the end of the solitary flight the only companion is a flickering shadow, fragile and ignorant of its own irreality.
Tomorrow I’ll make a sunnier day in my photographs ;-)
The black spot in the left upper corner is a man diving in our warm winter. So… three ways of locomotion in just one picture :P
… flying a red world. He believes to be free but it’s just slave of another being.
I took this photograph at F8 when I didn’t know how to use well a camera, so the shutter was slow and it lost sharpness. I think it’s a falcon, I shot it in Umayo lagoon, near my city and know for its cemetery for the nobility at 3950 m of altitude (12 959 ft) In school we are taught about elephants or tigers but nothing about our own species, I think we call it “waman” that means eagle.