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.
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.
A flower for a Mexican young lady.
White color in architecture although it could be felt a bit lifeless actually can be very animated if there are two conditions: there are alive elements as plants and if you study the game of volumes with artificial and natural lights.
Without vegetation empty walls can seem classy as Greek ruins but also dead as Greek ruins.
Now if you want to really take advantage of white walls then you have to let the colors of sky tint them with every gradation of red, purple and indeed every colour you can find in the nature. And also are the artificial sources that even can mirrors your mood.
This was taken in Compañía de Jesús cloisters. It’s a place quite silent despite its location in the centre of the busy city.
Frozen movement ;-)
The building in the background was the palace of an old aristocratic family. Now it’s owned by a Hotel. That’s great, the building is still alive.
Certainly I’m bonded with the sea. There is an old inner memory that connects me with it. Perhaps it’s the Titicaca lake, the last survivor from an ancient sea millions and millions ago, perhaps it’s the balance with the sky and the earth. What I know is that I feel it at the distance.
But I cannot be so much in the coast, I win the sea but I lost the stars; and the stars to me are more needed. The sea is my the nexus with childhood (previous eternity) and the stars with the adulthood (future eternity) .
Juliaca is a city at high altitude (3824 metres or 12,549 feet above sea level), so the sky is clearer than in other cities from Perú. The city is big but not so big that the pollution hide the sky. Juliaca is not a beautiful city, I say it because I born and grow up in Juliaca and I believe in truth, not in false patriotisms, but the sky and the countryside are absolutely formidable.
I was walking a bit between farms, and I saw some transmission towers, with the dusk upon me I cannot avoid to think in an episode of evangelion, the one when Shinji runaway from nerv. I liked how the towers more than real they seemed drawn.