This can be not the best photograph in my blog, but it’s one I relate with memories… with old homes with windows and metallic frames and me just seeing the sunset, thousands of them across the years since kid.
Times when time is slow… and very kind.
In Aymara the past is in front of our eyes, the more distant the farther our past…
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.
Have you ever played with the white balance of your camera? Usually is modified to get accurate colors (cloudy, sunny, shade, tungsten, etcetera) but you can alter the way your camera sees the reality.
In this case I made the white balance cooooold xD so this sunset with reds and oranges skies would be a yolk yellow yummy color surrounded by blues ^^
So if there is a lesson today is that you can have fun and paint with your camera :P
And a group of lovers of the Sun sing their love with sailors’ songs.
Persistent sun in this heart, but so far as if we were in Pluto lands.
Branches dreaming that they are caressing the sun…
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)
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.
A normal day in another planet. It has to be one where their days are shades of orange and red, and their sunsets an intense blue, with fishermen in their boats coming back again before our shared darkness of stars.