I like the silhouettes of the buildings in Manhattan. I like to imagine my father’s life among those skycrappers, the heart of the city beating with different paces under the shroud of different times. Gershwin is always present, it does not matter the year or the season, and one thing is also constant: the predominance… Continue reading Manhattan Dark
There were sounds, so gentle, so quiet, too close to the sound of silence. Some barking dog over there, maybe a solitary noise of a motor, far away, diminishing every minute, until its dissipation in the air, as a pale color on a canvas, turning almost white. The night progressed slowly, charged by dark hues… Continue reading Clank in the morning
Asturias again. I have a lot of images waiting for post processing, but I have been immersed in some important changes for my family's future, changes that are going to offer a new scope to my photography passion for sure. But, I can't say anything more. However, tonight - revisiting my catalog of raw pictures -… Continue reading Board in red
Cities for walking, that was my definitive impression about Oviedo, Llanes, Avilés, Gijón, in Asturias. I felt enchanted by those scenarios, well prepared for human activity and pleasure. There was a cafe here, a beautiful square over there; a small restaurant in a corner, one sculpture beyond, and surrounding everything, windows, doors, stone walls, from… Continue reading Streets of Asturias (Part two)
Last Round in Sight 