For my dear friend, Miguel Ángel Vargas. The scenes of those magic colors, like brush strokes on the canvas of nature, along with the silhouettes of the tree branches, and a carpet of dead leaves covering the path, gave us a spark of hope that day, after months of self-reclusion because of the terrible pandemic… Continue reading Thank you Autumn!
Para mi amigo del alma, Miguel Ángel Vargas. Nuestra primera salida en meses. Una oportunidad para revivir cierta esperanza en medio de esta pandemia. Por un momento, la visión de la montaña, con sus caminos poblados de hojas muertas y los colores del otoño abrazando el follaje, despidiendo una etapa, nos hicieron olvidar el momento… Continue reading Gracias Otoño!
It has been a while since the last time I uploaded some photos to the blog. I have been taking pictures since the last time I posted up my explorations in the New York summer of 2017. But sometimes, especially in the times we are currently living in this world, our spirit calls us for… Continue reading Autumn in my Soul.
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
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.
Last Round in Sight 