Mooney blue

If I would have to say why I love the moon

She is one and unique in the universe.

I love her when she is in the sky.

I miss her when she is not there.

I love her when she is full of light.

I love her when she is in shadow.

In a field of billions of stars

The sky is filled just by you.

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Si tuviera que decir por qué amo la Luna

Sólo hay una como ella en el universo.

La amo cuando está en el cielo.

La extraño cuando no está ahí.

La amo cuando está plena de luz.

La amo cuando está en sombras.

En un campo de miriadas de estrellas

Mi cielo está ocupado sólo por ti a.n.c.z.

Car in pijamas

“Andromeda is not there,” said the blue waves…

 

This is a image based in a photography I took in Ilo city. Usually when I edit a photograph my goal is to mirror what I think I saw, sometimes a kind of red, or a silhouette, so although some are blurred, others dark, some others saturated or desaturated in the end they are what I saw in my mind. Instead this image is a modification of the colors I saw, because the ocean there is turquoise and the rocks are darker, but my intention was to create a composition using a photograph as a start point. So to me this is a digital composition based in a photograph and not a photograph in the proper sense of the term.

I know photographers would disagree, regularly I read some of them ranting “I hate to be called ‘digital artist’!,” (what makes me think that they don’t have much love for digital artists, lol) but, hey, I’m not photographer ;-)

Santa Catalina – An adventure in color

Another tale of another princess in hope of a green prince

The photographs of today were made with a film camera, a Samsung ECX-1, and a roll of Kodak Ektar 100. There aren’t skilled laboratories around me so I had to take a photograph of the negative and invert it in a special program, because if you just invert it simple turn to a bluish image. It take a lot of time and it’s my first processed roll, I hope you find one of your taste.

Taking a sunbath in the patio while talking about old times

These photographs were shot inside the cloisters of Santa Catalina de Siena Monastery, a colonial small city for the aristocracy. It’s said it’s the biggest of the word but I cannot find references to confirm that data.

Blue bliss in the light blessing the stair

Among the several rolls of film Ektar 100 is the most saturated so ideal for colorful compositions. Santa Catalina is a place of walls, mostly reds and blues. as a religious building I think it success in transmit an idea of peaceful meditation.

A carpet made with a shadow, a wall made with trees, a sky made with red and a space in blue

The little city, with its streets and plazas is a touristic attraction. The monastery still works but in a smaller corner. You know, there are no much demand to be nun these days. In colonial times people to get influence used to send their children to the church and the military, so it was mostly a monastery for the aristocracy.

a beautiful photographer in fields of a blue poem

And I saw this woman with red hair contrasting as a flower against the blue sky; so I felt in the urgency of take her portrait for, err, academic purposes. And this beautiful girl was for coincidence my friend Melissa! you can follow her chronicles in melissainthemiddle across the world in a way not so touristic and instead more experiential.

My respects (j/k)

I took the obligatory selfie but in a more original (I hope) way, a shoelfie! XD

Mystic red

The whole city is built with ashlars of volcanic rock, painted with special paintings with eggs in the colors and with ship skin as a brush.

And one day the mankind simply vanished…

Butlers of blue uniforms and white shoes

Say “O” with me

There is no more food. Please, somebody help me :/

Chiaroscuro of savage with red skin and green crown

Three caravels navigating a blue ocean

I shot two horizontal photographs to stitch this and get away of limitations of format.

The forbidden city of the red walls

And well, there were some more photos but this publication is already longer so see you another day ;-)

La lune est blanc(he) et l’amour est bleu

Très lointain intensité, petite lune…

Silky dawn

Your lips are a blue flower made of silence.

My heart a frozen garden of broken petals.

My dreams a cold forest of imaginary dates.

My life a ghostly world absent of you.

My flesh just a slave dreaming a blue rose.

Dawn

White castle

 

Yep, that’s not a castle but a church, more precisely a Basilica Cathedral. But titles don’t say so much to me, but I know is that I like the work of the builders with the volcanic white rocks. Neo-gothic towers upon its neo-classic façade designed upon a previous one by architect Lucas Poblete in XIX century.

Nevertheless instead to be dedicated to religion I’d prefer that these buildings would be destined to things as white castles for love or happiness. It’s just a personal desire after years to see them in the childhood like extraterrestrial buildings for its great coldness. This because it’s so different to our traditions to celebrate with parties and dances the earth, the life and the seasons in the nature contrasting with the closed and dark spaces of sorrow inside colonial churches, with bloody iconography and apparently a ban to everything that brings joy to life. I think modern Christians think the same judging from the contemporary churches with views to lakes, parks, and with tons of soft light that make a better place to calm the spirit.

Crunch

 

I was watering the plants when I saw that the water running behind fallen grape leaves was reflecting the blue twilight, contrasting against the leaves as a strange sort of map, I thought I wouldn’t like to forget it.

Nuit: temps de chasser étoiles

Hidden, I could just have one chance to get one star alive.