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.
Autumn
Autumn is my favourite season. The infinite tones of colours on every tree, the leaves on the ground, the sky in grey and blue, the smell of roasted chestnuts coming from street vendors, that chilly mornings and evenings… The list is endless. But what I love the most about Autumn is taking photographs of all of that. Especially the trees and leaves.
All the photographs were taken in the gardens of the Royal Palace of Aranjuez, a place I love to visit in this time of the year to walk amongst the leaves and trees, and of course to take a lot of photographs.
And what better accompaniment than listen to “Autumn leaves” by Miles Davis.
Otoño es mi estación favorita. Los infinitos tonos de colores en cada árbol, las hojas en el suelo, el cambiante gris y azul del cielo, el aroma de las castañas asadas en los puestos callejeros, ese fresco de las mañanas y las noches… la lista es interminable. Pero lo que más me gusta del otoño es hacer fotos de todo esto. Especialmente de los árboles y las hojas caídas.
Todas las fotos las tomé en los jardines del Palacio Real de Aranjuez, un lugar que me encanta visitar en esta época del año para andar entre las hojas y los árboles, y, por supuesto, para hacer muchas fotos.
Y qué mejor acompañamiento que el “Autumn leaves” de Miles Davis.
Looking through the keyhole
Through this arch there’s a kingdom you’ve never seen, a magic kingdom where arches have the shape of keyholes, where trees chalenge the laws of gravity, where the world is seen in infinite shades of black and white.
A través de este arco hay un reino que nunca has visto, un reino mágico donde los arcos tienen la forma de un ojo de cerradura, donde los árboles desafían las leyes de la gravedad, donde el mundo se ve en un matiz infinito de blancos y negros.
Analogue love: Out of focus
It’s Autumn already, but in Madrid we aren’t feeling it… the heat of the summer is still here and there isn’t brownish leaves nor those cool gusts of wind so typical of this season.
I’m bored of this heat, I want cozy scarves, rainy days and leaves all over the ground.
Ya es otoño, pero en Madrid aún no lo notamos… el calor del verano está todavía aquí y no hay hojas marrones ni tampoco esas ráfagas de viento fresco tan típicas de esta estación.
Estoy aburrida ya del calor, quiero bufandas calentitas, días lluviosos y hojas por el suelo.
the hat of the mad 