Showing posts with label green. Show all posts
Showing posts with label green. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 November 2018

Shift in Nature




A bleak shift in nature,
inadvertent change of plans,
helm slipping from the hands:
the surface of Neptune.


A clear beam of moonlight
slits the ocean's wrath.
The vessel without a path
makes it into the bight.
  



Thursday, 27 September 2018

Stern Fortune



A waft into the whirlwind, vesselled within a thin, wobbly film; unanchored, unmoored.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BoPwz9VFgpg/

Unwittingly drifting towards a prow, where all flanks knot into a dire fate. Beheaded and all at sea; lying ahull, until inescapably becoming aground.

https://flic.kr/p/6PW5ks

On the wharf, a long legged steward waits for the uncomplaining passengers to disembark.

Thursday, 2 August 2018

Extraterrestrial Younglings


Technicolor Zombies

Sprouting out of a spiny trunk,
colours look not how they are supposed to.
A veil is dyeing the air with a spurious tint.
Avail is dying, their hopes of deliverance with it.
Yet, are the tones behind the curtain truly in key?

Reminds me of a cubist I know

Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Entangled with a fragmented soul of stone

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Even about the shards of a broken heart of stone; if abandoned, the jungle will end tangled up the splinters, smithereens and aiguilles of rock that once embodied a vast and coalesced intimacy with the substratum.











Wednesday, 21 February 2018

The Trees Revere You

When you walk at night,
the moon envies you.

The sun is jealous
when you're awake.

Grey clouds turn to snow
that blows when you go out.

The trees revere you,
for the only one
who can read the water drops
hanging from their leaves,
is you.






Sunday, 7 April 2013

She's not dead, she's glad

Blush
A happy spider

The tree trunks of this garden near de city of Xalapa in Veracruz, were covered with these cheerful kind of spiders. Most of them weren't quite red, though, and this one in particular caught my attention. While trying to get the best portarit of her, I did not realise how close I actually was to the joyful little beasts. Fortunately, all of their legs managed to stay on the trunk's surface and the subject here, gave me a beautiful blushing smile for my photograph.

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Properly receiving springtime in Mexico

I believe Mexican hot and sunny beaches enjoy worldwide fame because of their "good" weather. Well, if you wander a couple hundred kilometres inland from this heavenly pacific ocean seashores in the south-west, you might actually be surprised by the landscape.

You could, for example, be surprised my a mild tropical spring frost:

Waking up at 7 in the morning surprised us with frosted grass...

and car.

Or you could find yourself ascending a snowy road to a snowy peak

The snowy peak of El Nevado de Colima

A closer look

You might as well get lost in a tropical coniferous forest.




Some millimetres of snow in the forest

Or you might fancy some tacos fur lunch (too bad I didn't got a photo of this) just before a 3 pm snow shower, and then make a small ridiculous snowman behind a three.

Do I really look that ridiculous?

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Photograph of a photographer taking a photograph of a photographer taking a photograph of a photographer.

Flying
This is a picture taken a few years ago, when there where still a couple of this street photographers wondering around downtown expecting to find someone willing pay a few pesos for an instant photograph. That business must've died with the advent of compact-digital-mobile-photographing-gadgettery. A sad view that contrasted the surrounding happenings.

This picture reminded me of this other taken of a photographer in action, totally accidental. Its description might as well take us to infinity.

Irma
Irma over the mangrove swamps

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Foosballer

Atlas
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.