That evening was cold. Upon my first contact with Prospect Park in Brooklyn I knew, felt, a different impression to the one I perceived at Central Park. Call it "intimacy". Maybe it was the colors, or the narrow paths, sinously drawn, through the carpet of leaves. But let me tell you that I fell in love with… Continue reading Autumn in Prospect Park
Blanchard Park again, in Orlando, Florida. I want to share this two captures, but no words today. I am tired and a little bit down. I hope you like them.
It had been awhile since the last time I ran in the rain. The beautiful Gijón gave me that pleasure in the best way: suddenly and without the possibility to get a dry spot in a rapid movement. Sometimes we have the opportunity to appreciate those unique moments in life, and while the drops… Continue reading Rainy day at Gijón
We went to Blanchard Park. Last Sunday my wife, "invited" me to go outside, after a week a little bit stressful. She had already planned the route toward one of those wide and wild parks that populate Florida. Besides, we could take our dog Ronny with us, because the place is pet-friendly. I selected this… Continue reading Sunday evening at Blanchard Park
That evening the golden light caught us at the northernmost point of Spain: Cabo de Peñas. Slowly, the blue sky was giving way to more reddish hues, almost tinting the air. I saw the lighthouse, and the big house, surrounded by a dry, rare mulch. Vigilant, the tower was in a silent contemplative pose in… Continue reading A lighthouse at the Sunset (Cabo de Peñas)
Last Round in Sight 