Divine eye

Divine eye

 

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.

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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.

Afternoon in the gas station

Afternoon in the gas station

There is something special about gas stations, they are nodes to stories: the couple taking a time to be alone in a faraway place: the truck driver one day more in the long route across our deserts, jungles, beaches and mountains; a person traveling to a place not knowing if he’s going to come back again.

An afternoon in the gas station.

Portrait of a Sunset

gold and blue

gold and blue

When I was five and six years old I liked to read, and even before see the figures of encyclopedias and comics; but there was no electric light so I just could do it till four o’clock (in the Andean highlands the sunset is usually at 5:30 pm, go figure) Older brother was in school and parents working so with nothing to do I just sat down in a wooden rocking chair to see the sunsets across the giant old pine. I wouldn’t be surprised if that old pal would be more than one hundred years. Probably because that reason, in part, I liked le petit prince, seeing again, and again, the sunsets; also the Hoppers’ paints, with people taking the sun alone.

One day I photographed a sunset until the twilight. Just because…

sun and cloud

sun and cloud

then a column of fire

then a column of fire

cloudy sunset

cloudy sunset

destilar en amarillo

destilar en amarillo

under pressure

under pressure

weak flame

weak flame

light the night

light the night

a small spark

a small spark

desvanecimiento

desvanecimiento

yellow twilight

yellow twilight

A black lady take off her golden clothes. Night has come.

Built to chase the sunrise

built to chase the sunrise

Intersection of sunrise and building. I thought in that moment that it looked a bit cinematographic. Now I notice that perhaps I was trying to remember the Tyrell building in which is probably my favorite film ever, Blade Runner. At the beginning when the sun is precisely reaching the bold architecture of Tyrell Corporation.

Of course is just a far evocation. Something like think in a diamond when you see a shine in a grain of sand in the concrete.