I love that last shot, it’s one of those images that instantly becomes memorable, like a painting, hanging in a big museum somewhere. Great capture. This is why we carry our cameras with us all the time everywhere we go
chasingstrangers: If you are looking for brilliant words and lines filled with metaphors, analogies and imagery, then you, my friend, have come to the wrong place. But here you also will not find flowery sighs, broken promises, empty lies, and sweet words full of nothing. What I do seem to have is imperfect grammar, plenty of wine and not enough cheese. OMG, […]
Sometimes, the fields begin to revolve between the stones, the decided brooks, the turns of birds fleeing from the winter. The grasses walk in metered colors, march to the dark of the hundred sentinels, higher than the ice, offering their fruits, black and full of summer, to the wind.
A veces empiezan los llanos a revolver entre las piedras, los arroyos decididos, y las vueltas de pajaros huyendo del invierno. Las hierbas pasan en colores metidos, se marchan al oscuro de las cien centinelas, mas altas que el hielo, ofreciendo sus frutas negras y llenas del verano, al viento.