Mr. and Mrs. bird

 

A story of a couple of spy birds, facing funny and risky adventures in the sea. Coming soon to your favorite cinema.

The silent march

 

Drums play a rhythm from an unknown, hide from eyes, ship. If it’s a pirate one from old times nobody knows; but every boat goes to there across the ending day.

The sun is orange, but the drums would like it red. There is something scary in them.

Far sun

 

And a group of lovers of the Sun sing their love with sailors’ songs.

Persistent sun in this heart, but so far as if we were in Pluto lands.

Find the princess

 

A heavy day… I almost didn’t sleep to finish a project, after that I went to pick up a jeans and a correction of my glasses but I had to cross marches of protesters for the right of life (they are Catholics) there was Mickey Mouse selling balloons but he was tired for the heat of the desert as well. When I get to the places one was closed and the other, the tailor lady, told me to come back please the Monday. Of course I understand that things happen so I went to lunch. I called another customer to take measures of his property so I had to take a bus to almost the border of the city, where you walk in streets without asphalt and the trucks are passing almost touching you, and where the markets still sell old food.

I walked a bit and went to another market to buy cheese and apples, and a kind of bread I like so much, after that in home to make my work-out and finally time to publish in WordPress. :D

Can you spot the nereid princess? ;-)

A golden coin playing in my fingers

Branches dreaming that they are caressing the sun…

Watchers in the garden

 

The tall trees in Ilo city. The treetops change across the day, the sea birds live there so leaves and feathers mix to shape winged trees singing sharp sailor songs. ^o^

(But don’t search for them in this photograph, usually they are in the mornings)

Noche carmesí

(Crimson night)

Sleeping Stones in the Orange Ocean of the blue boats

I wonder if the scene my eyes saw, this sunset, were the same as others have seen since thousands of years ago. Ilo has remains since centuries and centuries ago, old traditions of fleets of boats and sailors and fishermen, an Inca travelling to the Antarctic sea and coming back from the islands in perhaps the Polynesia. But always the boats, with different shapes, but always there.

The ocean in flames (serene)

A normal day in another planet. It has to be one where their days are shades of orange and red, and their sunsets an intense blue, with fishermen in their boats coming back again before our shared darkness of stars.

A welcome shadow

Midday in Ilo city. Usually is recommended by photographers that midday is not a good hour to take photographs because the harsh light. I don’t see why not, the world is still nice at that hour…