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? ;-)
Today was a busy day, and it seems is going to be a busy night…
This is a stitched photograph but the program I used to stitch, Microsoft ICE, filled the absent gaps in this way… for some reason I like it. It’s not a photography as it doesn’t represent what was in the reality, but I like the movement and dynamism of the composition so I’d say is a happy accident.
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.
Una paz azul en tu mirada.
I love to walk in the shores of Ilo city, it’s quite fantastic to be so close to the sea!!! I hope it brings to you the same happiness as it gives to me.
Adoro caminar en las orillas de Ilo, ¡¡¡es fantástico estar tan cerca al mar!!! Espero que te de la misma felicidad que me da a mi.
That old dinosaur skin hiding an eye burning with a young rancor, almost green. One thousand times beaten by the sea… it awaits for you when you’ll come into the dark. Happy weekend.
Esa vieja piel de dinosaurio escondiendo un ojo encendido por un rencor joven, casi verde. Mil veces golpeado por el mar… está a la espera de cuando vengas en obscuridad. Feliz fin de semana.
I think this place is like the ones seen in dreams… perhaps is one of those intermediate zones, where dream blends with reality; suddenly Sir Francis Drake could appear there to rest in middle of his way to Panama, and we would discuss about the coincidence to have the same name (I’m not Francisco but Francis) and after that he would return to his ship in the past (or present) and I would walk to the city in the present (or future)…
The Humboldt stream brings water from the Antarctic sea, I’d like to think that that’s the reason the ocean there has those fantastic colors.
Also I love that the rock seems an open mouth like this “:v” lol
I had already left the part where the Ilo river meets the ocean. I wanted to walk a bit more before the lunch, just because I prefer to use my legs to know the world. This is the chronicle of that walking.
Ilo city has the most beautiful sandy beaches of the Peruvian south, but they are here and there; mostly the shoreline is rocky, mostly a kind of orange, they resemble prehistoric animals coming back to the sea.
Machines to hear the sea…
The sea in Ilo is strange. It has turquoise mainly, but also sometimes it’s a milky silver, a pure blue, the sunset gives to it other palettes. It’s usually pacific.
Those days of winter, the water seemed made of ice, you could think in an iceberg melting.
Time runs so I walked till this park, it’s designed with emphasis in preserve the natural rocks.
The artisanal ships of the fishermen crown the line of the sea. They can come so far as 1700 kilometers (one thousand miles) from the North of Peru.
So it was time to lunch. I went to the fishermen terminal where the fish is fished the same day. Even more if you are a fisherman or fisherwoman you can bring your own fish to be cooked there.
This is a image based in a photography I took in Ilo city. Usually when I edit a photograph my goal is to mirror what I think I saw, sometimes a kind of red, or a silhouette, so although some are blurred, others dark, some others saturated or desaturated in the end they are what I saw in my mind. Instead this image is a modification of the colors I saw, because the ocean there is turquoise and the rocks are darker, but my intention was to create a composition using a photograph as a start point. So to me this is a digital composition based in a photograph and not a photograph in the proper sense of the term.
I know photographers would disagree, regularly I read some of them ranting “I hate to be called ‘digital artist’!,” (what makes me think that they don’t have much love for digital artists, lol) but, hey, I’m not photographer ;-)