Showing posts with label red. Show all posts
Showing posts with label red. Show all posts

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

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.

Friday, 25 January 2013

Blues on the Railway

Blues
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.

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.