To Charlotte, who shared with us this part of her life... The day after Thanksgiving we went to walk around a lovely park that was in the neighborhood. The time was cold, the floor was covered by a mantle of leaves, and the colors of fall were vanishing because an early winter weather hit the… Continue reading A walk in black and white
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.
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 