PostApocalyptic conversations

The Tin Man

Not very far from the university campus I once attended, existed (or perhaps it still exists) this strange and slightly surreal playground. Though located in a pretty busy sector of the city, it always looked awfully lonely. These are the photographs of the day I tried to portray its solitude.

Conversations

Tea Party

Concentrating?

As you can see those are some pretty odd looking figures. Are they supposed to be hens? I only assumed they were birds because I think that nose of theirs is really a beak. I hope at least some zombie children visit this place on a regular basis.

Blues on the Railway

The Train Kept-a-rolling

The plasticky Baoca BC-9

I went on another bicycle trip across the the suburbs of my home town when I had the luck of seeing this train coming. Being a mechanical engineer and all, I can hardly stand still at powerfulness of these machines; it is always very impressive, no matter how old you are. I was carrying and old, plastic, 35mm camera, very lightweight and convenient in this kind of journey. I don't remember when I got this device nor do I know where it came from (I only know it is a Baoca BC-9 because it says so), but it turns out it takes pretty interesting little pictures like this one.

This reminds me of another one of the silly and useless activities I more or less regularly engage. I have this idea of collecting sounds of mundane life, like a photograph, but of a sound instead of a view. So here the sonography of a train rolling. It might have been a different train, in a different day from the one of the picture, but at least it was the same place.

Very likely, most of you will find this hundred of seconds absolutely uninteresting, but I like to think a good part of the perception of my reality comes from my ears. The loud and rhythmic sound of the rolling steel contributes to the amazement these artefacts generate in me. I could never be one of those people that are always using headphones while out on the street, I'd feel like I'm missing half of what's going on.

Swines and Skunks, Swines and Skunks Everywhere

You are probably a swine

Some stencil street art before this avenue was revamped. There isn't much of story behind this picture, I just tought it looked good in that light. Stencil graffiti is usually linked to political messages, which will fit perfectly in this case; but interpreting anything from this, is probably pushing it a little too hard.

The Mayans weren't wrong

View from the Temple of Kukulkan

The Mayans didn't predict the end on the world. They had great astronomers and mathematicians and in fact they had other calendars and numbers that can count for a couple more years ahead of December the 21st, 2012 (this, according to multiple sources-one of many here). Anyway, I think enough has been said about this. This is a picture from the stairs of the Temple of Kukulkan, the mayor pyramid in Chichén Itzá. It was taken a while ago before it became one of the New 7 Wonders of the World, and one could climb to the top of the stairs (which by the way were pretty scary).

Down to (the end of) it

Unfortunately, I have never been much of a mountain cyclist. In one of those scarce trips, I decided to film the descent down this very enjoyable trail through some woods near my home. I proceeded to tie this very old camera (so wouldn't be a considerable loss in case any branch, or the floor, crossed its way)  to the side of my helmet. As you can see, inexperience made me struggle down the path. The view angle is a bit low but I thought the video came out good enough to share since many, many locals bike this area and there's little or no information about this routes. Shamefully the trail (which was in a sort of unauthorized area for MTB) had been close down for soil conservation, and I was unable to get to the end of it.

Foosballer

Old and lonely Foosball player somewhere in Mexico

A while ago I bumped into this old Foosball table while visiting one of  the numerous quasi-ghost-towns in Mexico, where most men have left to find money elsewhere. I thought this scene reflected the abandonment of the place.