And in the borders of the city. Where the homes are at the same time workshops, and they share the block with little factories. It’s almost night and the only companion is the far barking of dogs and a sporadic car passing fast.
sunset
Island of light
Time ago my life was dark and suddenly I had a light in it. This light had the shape of a girl from the world of my dreams. She was my first relationship in the virtual world. I dislike to divide life in virtual and real, I think there is just one life. As she was from another country it was inevitable, but a happy time indeed, with real feelings.
She had some problems in her life, and said me good bye. Since that day I am posting images in black and white… I really cannot find a better way to express it, not in words as I have not a language (Spanish and English are both foreign to me) I am still with my plans, and I am enough man to accept that things like these happen. That’s life and if there is some bitterness I accept it because makes sweeter the nice moments.
My next post is going to be a return to colors. Let’s smile.
Memories of Paucarpata
rain of light over me
I know I have not posted longer articles since a time. I am quite busy with my projects. But today I decided to give me a relax and to publish some photographs. These are from some years ago with a point and shoot of four megapixels in a place named Paucarpata.
walking to another realm
Paucarpata means “flowery platform” and it’s actually pre-hispanic farm platforms still in use. It’s located in Peru in one of the districts of Arequipa city. I walked with a friend philosopher when I was at university.
stone by stone
These barriers made with stone are called “pirka” you can found them in every farmland in the Peruvian highlands, in the deserts of the coast use vegetal fibers instead.
two old plas talking
family
I don’t know if they are related, but I liked so much the idea of family ties in the vast countryside.
a road to fantasy land
radiography
Remains of buildings, exposing the with volcanic rock as a kind of bones after the rain…
watcher of the sky
light painting softly the countryside
Seeing from the distance I think the fully automatic little camera did a good job. But that time I was getting closer to its limits…
a last try of warmness
And that was just a good time. It was one of the few times I walked with somebody else. Except the last year in July… And I think I can notice that my partners in crime get quickly impatient… I am not the kind of guy that just walk away and snap shots. I like so much to taste the place and see… and walk and get lost in it, even if I cannot get to discover it completely.
I prefer to know a little but well that know everything but just superficially.
thinking in a far past
Three in the sea
The beginning of a tale of adventures.
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El inicio de una historia de aventuras.
Mystery
Try to touch with your right hand your right shoulder… Ok? Now try to touch your right elbow. Not so easy I guess, right? This is a way to explain the paradox of closeness: the closer to us the harder we have to understand it. Is easier to know a stranger than a friend; easier a friend than a loved one; less hard a loved one than yourself. We all are a mystery…
A stranger is gazing you in the mirror.
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Toca tu hombro derecho con tu mano derecha… ¿Listo? Ahora intenta a tocar la zona del codo. Esta vez no fue tan fácil, ¿verdad? Es una manera de explicar la paradoja de la cercanía: mientras más cerca esté algo de uno más difícil es para nosotros de entenderlo. Es más fácil intuir a un extraño que a un amigo; más fácil un amigo que a nuestro ser amado; menos difícil al ser amado que a ti mismo. Todos somos un misterio…
Un extraño te devuelve la mirada en el espejo.
Signs in the light
As always any message is open to interpretations. Because they don’t have any… we are free.
Como siempre todo mensaje está abierto a interpretaciones. Porque no tienen ninguno… somos libres.
Yolk sunset
Seven years ago a summer in Ilo city. I started to think in this city as a spectacular place to see the sunsets…
Siete años atrás un verano en Ilo. Empezaba a pensar en esta ciudad como un lugar espectacular para los atardeceres.
The kingdom of the infinite warmness
He stands in his boat as a king of the sea. Around him the sun is melting in a yellow light, the sea turns into a mirror reflecting her lover, a last goodbye. In this world of light and silhouettes his mind is lost, perhaps some princess in other lands…
A place to think in silence
Sunset paint everything with a special palette…
Living monuments
I liked the scene: the sunset was ending so fast… and the bird in the center and the gentlemen talking instead seemed to play a game to be statues, quiet in their eternity of silhouettes of a red sun.
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