Light across the window

Light across the window

Rays of light breaking in flares…

When kid there was a manual translated from Japanese about photography, I had seven years old and I wouldn’t touch a camera until almost seventeen years after. Among other things the manual had a photograph of a sunstar in middle of a forest and with a lot of flare with a shaple like the flare in this photograph. It said, if I’m not wrong, that one had to be careful with lenses because bad lenses aren’t resistent to flares; and to me that was so weird because that photograph was the most beautiful I had seen until then. Of course those geometrical flares don’t exist in the reality, they have that shape because the mechanism of the iris of the lens, the most open (the smaller number) the aperture the rounder the unfocused elements, the quality of the shape of those unfocused elements is called bokeh.

A hole in the sky

A hole in the sky

I saw this window open in a building in Juliaca city, my city, mirroring our landscape, it was so precious… the clouds in our high altitude seems to fly in a rush, not in vain we are also called the windy city, with gangsters as seen in the movies XP

Some people could think that it kills “traditions” as little homes with calamine roofs, to them I should to say that those roofs weren’t part of our traditions and are part of poverty. Instead every time I used to climb the sacred hill the sun shinning in them was so harmful to my eyes, so I hope they can belong to the past.

(But when baby in my craddle I loved the sound of the drops of the storm singing me a lullaby until fall sleep)