It’s incredible how nature can create something as beautiful as this. And how we are so stupid not to see it and keep destroying our Earth.
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Obsession
For some time now I’ve noticed that I’m quite obsessed with windows… there’s not even a single trip where I don’t make a photograph of a window.
Of course, I knew it, it’s just I’d never truly thought about it until recently…
Anyways, these are from Bordeaux:
New old
Same as always.
Summer dream
A summer house dream in the small village of Saint Émilion, near Bordeaux, France.
Una casa de verano de ensueño en el pequeño pueblo de Saint Émilion, cerca de Burdeos, Francia.
The Lion King
The lion king keeps an eye on Venice night and day.
El rey león custodia Venecia día y noche.
Out of a dream
The things we remember… are they real? Or maybe we’ve just seen them with our mind’s eye?
Las cosas que recordamos… ¿son reales? ¿O son quizá producto de nuestra imaginación?
Rue Notre-Dame
What could be on the other side of that window? A room full of books, maybe? A big table with mismatched chairs, all of them with a story behind: one bought in Taiwan, another rescued from its imminent fate as litter, the red one was a present of an ex-boyfriend, still friends although everything changed. Maybe there’s a little space dedicated to take tea everyday at the same time, while looking out the window, while thinking about life and crazy ideas about love. In the corner, is it perhaps the favourite spot of a cat named Kite?
What indeed could be on the other side of the window of Rue Notre-Dame?
¿Qué puede haber al otro lado de esa ventana? ¿Una habitación repleta de libros, quizá? Una mesa con sillas desparejadas, todas ellas con una historia detrás: una comprada en Taiwan, otra rescatada de su inminente destino como basura, la roja fue un regalo de un ex-novio, aún son amigos a pesar de que todo cambió. Quizá hay un pequeño espacio dedicado a tomar el té cada día a la misma hora, mientras mira por la ventana, mientras piensa sobre la vida y locas ideas sobre el amor. En la esquina, ¿es quizá el rincón favorito de un gato llamado Kite?
¿Qué puede haber al otro lado de la ventana de la Rue Notre-Dame?
