Big doors for big people.
Big doors for big people.
A big smile flying across the space. ^_^
Una gran sonrisa surca el espacio. ^w,^
Classic echoes in the white stones of another world.
Ecos clásicos en las piedras blancas de otro mundo.
I think there are immortal cities, years giving advances to the humanity, legends of heroic origins and their triumphs over the defeats fill them with a spirit beyond the bricks and stones. So in every city there is a bit of Athens surviving in the shape of some columns; a piece of Rome in the discourse of a lawyer; echoes of London in the clothes that still we use after the Victorian age; a New York melody when every building aspires to go the farther into the sky; in Peru that city is Qosqo (Cusco/Cuzco) the center of every road and every thought, it’s not the oldest but it’s the most meaningful. Of course Rome, Qosqo, Athens, those cities aren’t what physically they were but at the same time they are still alive because the spirit in them couldn’t die, finding its way through other cities.
Paris is one of those cities, I have never been there, but at the same time I have been there across the eyes and words of the ones that got caught by their spirit in already several centuries. And as I know it the sad attacks of yesterday aren’t nothing more that the hate of people with sickness in their souls against a universal symbol of freedom and humanity; they are condemned to failure because Paris is immortal and already there is a bit of Paris in every place on the world where there are desires of justice.
This is the Cathedral of Ilo city, a part of it. When kid there were some computer games like that due the fat pixels of yore, everything seemed built with squared blocks, this image in particular made me think in Prince of Persia, I played first the second version and in school with the older machines the first one.
Despite the simpler rendering of the game there was so much sensuality in the colors, the shapes of the architecture and even the mission: to rescue a sexy princess. It was a shock to me to discover that the land of Persia is now the modern Iran, a place with so much culture but, according to the photographs shown by Iranians themselves, with an apparent lack to joy and sensuality. Who knows, as always happens perhaps the reality is different and still there are places for wild fantasy, and also is true that is easy to turn fantasy into prejudice so it’s unfair to ask reality to match fantasy.
Left or right…
Yesterday I had to go outside a while, so I wanted to walk a bit around the plaza, it was unexpected so I hadn’t my super camera ACME Brand to take pictures but my tablet which I use to show my work to possible customers. I don’t like to use the tablet to photograph because it’s not ergonomically friendly to my hand. But it was the only camera I had with me so I took some views. The most of my visitors are from the northern hemisphere. Peru is crossing the mirror so we’re in winter.
My main camera has a big sensor to avoid much processing and get something similar to what my mind saw, nevertheless that’s hard to achieve with the little sensor cameras of tablets or phones, even compact cameras, so with them I allow myself to edit heavily. In this photographs I used the Snapseed app of my tablet, I have used filters, modified contrast, cropped and in part even I used frames to match what I felt.
The question with the camera was to foresee the future. The shutter lag and the time to focus, particularly in low light, make anticipate the shot two seconds before it happened. I started with a 0.3 megapixels camera and if you started like me with a cell phone then this behavior is something natural. Somebody that starts with DSLRs surely doesn’t know that problem (and for that reason could think in a cell phone as a toy) but also I guess that person lost the chance to train his/her mind to see the composition in the imagination and not in a screen or viewfinder.
But here you are: you cannot blame the camera, the one used for this publication is one from an old Samsung tablet. Of course that’s seen from my perspective of a dude that likes to doesn’t forget what he sees so take some pics; I know in the context to be a professional a photographer needs the perfect tools to match his/her skill and vision.
This is the main plaza in Puno city. The trees are always pruned in certain shapes. Some are birds and some others I don’t know. I understand it’s quite hard to shape a tree. In little cities I used to climb the trees, Puno was a kind of unicorn due to the city hall’s watchers, and well, now it would be quite hard to climb without being taken to jail XD
I almost hear a distant rumble in my centre. Resounding deep and far in this museum of memories that is my flesh.
I wonder if it were you, that little being playing with great energy across a vast world of ruined stones.