Big Hill and her child

Contemplating a far blue.

Two giant clouds chasing a few little ones

 

In a blue savanna cotton creatures play to hunt and run. Celestial stories.

Searching for a hidden moon

 

The (a)nswer is up there

The problem is to formulate the adequate question.

Único en su lugar

(Unique in its place)

I wonder if the tree is seeing me, or if it’s seeing the hills. I think in a head because Its resemblance with hair, an afro style. : )

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.

Waves in green and yellow

 

The waves in the landscape… A hidden road to the red castle and a sky so blue behind the clouds of a storm that did not become to be.

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? ;-)

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)

Toothless smile

A morning in the capital of Bolivia. I wonder how many people know this city, to me it is quite famous but it seems more people know more about the Mexican city of the same name, I unknown everything about it except its name.

This hole… this empty space among several ages, the Republican building, the modern one, the (probably) colonial and in the background the poor blocks in the hills, from the window of the hotel seemed a kind of messy smile in the morning. It was cold so I went back to bed, hehe now you know why there aren’t so many sunrises here xD.