With greens and a light rain a summer song.
rain
Stars in green
The image is a successful “scan” with my digital camera of a Fujfilm Pro400H negative film shot in a Samsung ECX-1 film camera and processed with Capture One. Film is so expensive so I need to reduce costs… besides there is no much difference between what the lab gave me and my processed files.
It’s part of the method I’ve developed and of course I’m going to share here :-)
Little hands with yellow offerings
plip plop
Plip plop, the rain is falling. The drops are like the time that fall and fall and as a dream it seems to be in a blink an ocean full of nebulous memories.
Cross the rain
Soft rain washing La Paz city, slowing down its time. A heartbeat lasting long seconds, clinging to the existence.
Slow summer drops
Millions of probabilities vanishing into oblivion; maybe one of them would be a realm with you. Maybe I’m just one probability falling slowly far from you.
Rain of light
A rain run recluse.
A world without words.
A far formal farewell.
An unheard hurt heart.
We already said so many good byes. Can we say a hello?
Epic and sad song
Summer rain seen from a hotel room in La Paz downtown. Bolivian rain.
For about two years I’m questioned for unknowns in a casual way about my marital status. Although I’m flattered that someone could think that I’m married sometimes it’s a bit weird to me. When I want to buy something usually they ask me if I’m going to need two; when I ask for a room in a hotel they also ask me if my wife is going to come. At beginning I used to say that I committed marriagecide twice but as it was at the same time then it was null so I’m back to the action. But now I’m bored so I just say “no.”
Among the cities I lived the worst was Arequipa. That is a western city, in the cultural sense of the word, but it’s related to the Europeans from sixteenth century, not the happy people of today so it’s something that didn’t happen with the foreigners I met. We, the natives, to them are libertine because our view of the sex as something natural or funny; also is the mandatory due to be Catholic, so contrary to our veneration of the nature and the big parties; and the worst I guess is the machismo practiced by girls even when they theoretically support the feminism, every feminine ancestor of my line has worked and leaded in the society, to me is a symbol of weakness a girl without dreams and it was sad to see that almost all my classmates at university ended as housewives with university degree.
Also being travelling constantly doesn’t help but in Lima I had a kind of girlfriend in an open relationship, but I couldn’t avoid to think that she saw her as a kind of sinner. I don’t understand that double standard that boys are needed to have every kind of experiences with girls that, in their own words, they wouldn’t take to their homes, but girls are needed to be virgins. But I think the worst is that despite they dislike the idea to be with a native, something natural I guess, is the hypocrisy. The smiles in them when they know that I’m architect.
I hate the idea of love as a business. For that I prefer to be single, there is no sense in to live a life angry one with the other.
Rain over Avalon
A King dreams with his Queen. The rain hide his tears.
He’s afraid to wake, not always the dreams are real.
soft and kind waves
There is a kind of rain that drops gently; it sings an old song that I knew those years when there wasn’t electricity. It’s almost like the world were breathing slowlier and warmly. It’s perfect when there is a bit of sun and you can see a soft vapor and you now that the last drops are going to explode in rainbows. Time to hunt leprechauns I guess ;-)
I took it with a 2mpx generic cell phone’s camera. I processed after that when dxo film pack in a time when it seemed to me a novelty. Today I wouldn’t do the same, I mean, to add fake grain, not my cup of tea (today)
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