There’s something in blurry photographs that I just love.
I can’t say why, though.
Blurry
tree
Where the witches live
Near the way to the mountain, not so far from the village, there’s a path that leads to a stream hidden under the grass and ferns. Only the eldest of the village remember the story of the Witches who lived beyond the boundaries of the forest, following up the stream and under the old oak tree. There, just there, lay the entrance to an unknown world of mystery.
Oh Autumn!
Autumn is my favourite season. The light is just magnificent, the smells of the cold breeze at night and the delicious roasted chestnuts, the changing colours of the leaves and the first rains.
For me, autumn means to take out my wool scarf and hat, shorten days but an incredible light. Clouds, some rain, leaves everywhere, photographs of all of it.
But, unfortunately, this year is not going really well. Autumn weather is not still here, the heat is incredible high compared to years back, the rain, the scarf and the hats are missing and it doesn’t seem like they’re going to be coming anytime soon.
It’s a shame what we’re all doing with our nature, our Earth, our future. Still, autumn is my favourite season, even if it doesn’t exist anymore in Madrid.
Ps: this is Aranjuez (a great place to photograph autumn) a few years ago.
Palm trees
Contrary what it might seem, this photo was not taken at the beach 😉
Al contrario de lo que pueda parecer, esta foto no fue tomada en la playa.
Blurry day
Sometimes you just have blurry days…
A veces simplemente tienes días borrosos…
Under the tree
This seems the perfect place to sit on the grass and read on a hot summer day, don’t you think?
Éste parece un buen lugar para sentarse en el césped a leer en un caluroso día de verano, ¿no es cierto?
Double vision
Sometimes you just see double.
Algunas veces simplemente ves doble.
