I am flying, light and weak, over the lonely fields. My wings woven with the sweet memories of you. ^.^
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Estoy volando, débil y ligero, sobre los campos solitarios. Mis alas están tejidas de mis dulces recuerdos contigo a.n.c.z. \^-^/
I am flying, light and weak, over the lonely fields. My wings woven with the sweet memories of you. ^.^
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Estoy volando, débil y ligero, sobre los campos solitarios. Mis alas están tejidas de mis dulces recuerdos contigo a.n.c.z. \^-^/
Silhouette framed by a wave in turquoise
Ilo city has its river. The place where it ends to blend soft and silently into the sea is called ‘mouth of the river” and it’s plenty of life. Birds are used to paparazzi, fishermen or just walkers so they aren’t shy of cameras. This place makes me remember those old illustrations of the limits of the universe (our planet) where it’s a flat surface with the sea ending in a border and wooden ships falling from it…
Life in the border of the universe
Those are some birds I had never seen, but my knowledge in birds is so poor that I don’t even know the name of the ones I already saw, except a pair as the Peruvian Pelican.
White king with soldiers
the exiled
It’s part of the nature of human to tend to think in animals as beings with human desires, as proof there are several religious stories, myths and fables. I cannot avoid to imagine stories. I wonder if they pay us with the same coin, cats seems to think that we’re their pets…
free to fly
I photographed this place in August, in our winter; but that day the sky was blue and sunny, a little summer. The only signal betraying the winter was the yellow grass.
Bridge over the end of the river
There were rocks for foundations around it, I guess they are going to make a park or something, I guess it’s forbidden to build an edification in a so sensible area for the species. But sometimes there are people that says is poor and need the space (and when they’re investigated usually have even two properties…)
Survivor crawling to the water
Stoned crowd
Shores painted with dinosaur eggs of several colors. Every time I see a river of tranquil waters I think it’s a little Ganges.
Mirror in blue
I can escape!
River vanishing in a sea of light
So I walked the Ocean (not on it, along its shores I mean, otherwise I could start a new religion :P) That’s a story for another day but here there are some views just a meters close to the river:
Philosophical bottle
Ship almost falling into the border of the world
Drinking an ocean
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
What happens when is the ocean the one staring at you? A sort of unlimited blue turquoise eye in the shores of Ilo city.