Reflejos de Azul

Uros’s Circle

 

This is a keychain from Uros’s Islands. They are artificial islands over Lake Titicaca in the Peruvian side.

Actually I’m not very happy for that keychain, they almost forced us, surprised tourists, to purchase anything from them, so I asked for just two keychains. That wouldn’t be bad but the money doesn’t seem to be used in necessary things (pomades to their children’s cutis that suffer under the sun at high altitudes) better education, or clean energy systems (although I think they have solar panels) But I’ll post in the future a longer photo-article.

Black and White – A

Generations

In the beginning with my hobby to take photographs I used to convert to black and white. With the time I discovered the way to modify the colors in the black and white converters to get different tonalities and shades. But I have to confess that my family don’t get it so much, mainly because they started with Black and White film so the color represents like the culmination. And they have artistic eye so is not the case about a lack of appreciation. Nevertheless I felt that I was abusing of the black and white conversion. Today I believe two things: to shoot in black and white I have to think to feel and to see in black and white, and that no everything works in black and white. However here I have some photographs in black and white. I hope you find one that makes you smile ;-)

let’s dance

I have to see

infinite teeth of metalic beast

everything in control

three leaves

dear visitant

just thinking

tactile surface

calling from the dark

motorbike

march of the collector of heads

game of shadows

as tears of wool

two windows, one lamp… :O

 

Celeste

 

Strange, I cannot find the word in English, apparently it’s a phrase “sky blue” but those are two words.
A perfect summer’s sky, infinite blue crashing with a turquoise ocean, but that ocean is theme to another post.

Black

 

BTW it’s a photo in color about black tiles at night, not converted to B&W.

Yellow

Alameda del Folklore – Juliaca

absolute richness

 

In my country the arts are very limited for a question not of talent, skill or craft but lack of pride. We have an old culture from six thousand years ago, a long chain of storytellers, architects, designers, goldsmiths, generals, priests, builders, and a long etcetera of artists and scientists (believe it or not we had an obsession with genetic manipulation) But when the elite of Spanish invaders came and replace our own elite we had just to cultures: One from the poorer and less illustrate from a fanatic Spain, that didn’t allow the progress and brought the dark ages to our nation; and the other was the people culture, a culture without studies, improvised, that because there weren’t masters to teach the old knowledge. So we are westerns of second order because we don’t accept that we aren’t really westerns, and we are natives of second order because we don’t allow to acknowledge that the old knowledge, the ancient sciences and arts are not pieces of museum but is something alive, is a valid knowledge that should be developed. There are exceptions as painter Fernando de Szyszlo, his oeuvre is universal and at the same time has the same sensitivity you could read in the ceramics of thousand years ago. He is not imitating but he is just being authentic.

In Juliaca there is an avenue with sculptures. I like them so much because they have a better composition, they are almost alive and they embrace our live without shame but joy. I’m going to update this post with the name of the sculptor the same way that I try to get the name of the architects of the buildings I take. My city is actually one industrial and commercial, but not touristic, so is good that the city hall is sending some money to the beauty. (ok, ok, now the photos, lol)

Contemplative

The Real Devil

dancer of fire

minotaur

collector of heads

folkloric Marilyn Monroe

Greetings to the Moon.

Road To Capua River

 

Time ago a classmate from Arequipa invite me to go to Capua Waterfalls, this is near Yura in the Southwest of Perú. They aren’t amazing or big waterfalls, but the path give time to talk and walk under the sun of the desert. It was a pity that she injured a foot. I was experimenting with the camera, an Olympus bridge with small sensor, so you are going to see images stitched with empty spaces and perhaps photographs that could be better, but I like them so I don’t worry so much. After see the limitations in resolution and functions I decided to go with a better camera, and the Olympus was very good.

The Olympus is so good that even with malfunction as is was in that time and today took good images.

endure the time

In those times I was trying digital filters, today I don’t do much of that anymore, I feel them as distractions.

someone observing all

textures of green

Triptych

orange energy

circle and triangle

between light and shadow a blue road

Naturally I took several photos of her, and to her, not for the blog, for that reason I’m just posting two of those because she is not recognizable and weren’t posed but composed by me.

I have to see

fractal organism

lines and dots

sprawled gold

oblation to blind blue heaven

the mysterious field of wild strawberries

toy trees

loneliness

grades of shades

soft surface

v

streaming

primitive eye

there is no path just ur feet

nature in movement

fearful waterfall

let’s sleep

perdurable fluir

piedra negra

Arachne

frozen fire

And that’s Capua, certainly it’s a small place but in there is no place where there isn’t nothing to be recorded. It’s incredible to me how can live people there under a Sun so strong, but then again to them is incredible that I can walk with light clothes in my city that to them has a very cold weather.

Also was great to find spots with so much green:

Green firmament of leaves

There is just one choice

I know I don’t post longer posts in a good time, in a few hours I’ll change that ;-)

scream!

Today I saw a gorgeous girl in the market, she was a blonde beauty from some distant country, her hair was as a golden dream with a subtle and simple white dress. For details I saw in her skin I deduced that she was from a place near the sea Mediterranean or perhaps a warm country as Uruguay or Australia. Sometimes happens to me, 2 see a girl so beautiful (I consider every woman is beautiful, it’s just some are specially more beautiful to me) her image in my mind is… haunting. I say it because I have a terrible memory, I’ve almost forgot the names of all my classmates and colleagues, but I saw her just ten seconds or more and it was a sloooow time. She said a “hola” to somebody, it seemed me funny that that somebody was me, so I just bought some bread and went to home, what a pity that I couldn’t avoid to think in those ten seconds. I’ve the idea that I haven’t bad memory, perhaps I don’t find so much memories to keep.