In Broken Images

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I'm slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images,
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance , I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.

Robert Graves

A view of Tikicaca

I know, another window. I just find them so poetic.

Sometimes traveling, gets so good that you don't want it to end... This was our view from our lodge in Capachica. One night only it was. A weekend trip.

Miss the sights and the company. Traveling on my own is never as fun.

Albaicin, a window

I had forgotten how beautiful the Albaicin was, how full of little details, corners, passages, trees, towers, churches, plazas... is. Every little thing is in harmony with its surroundings. I guess that's why I love Yucatan so much. Something, a deep sense of beauty, of equilibrium, is present here as well.

And yes, I have something about windows...

The Albaicin at sunrise

The end...

...or the start of the race?

Sometimes you don't know if you're going towards to, or if you're coming back from...

Directions, welcome.

Lightworks

I have said it before... I've something about windows. I always find them incredibly romantic. I guess for a photographer they're, what would we do without light? Windows are exactly that... an opening for light.

This is from the Alhambra in Granada.

Room with a view

The view from cabaña no.40 at Copal. No A/C or Plasma TV, or even electricity, but when you have this view (through the mosquito net, that's it) from your bed... who cares?

Window to Paradise

View from room no.1 of the Xaloc Resort at Holbox Island. Not this weekend, but next weekend's destination... I miss the island so badly.
There's something about windows. I find them so poetic. They bring us light, they give us views... and what's a photographer without light and views? One day I'll make an exhibition exclusively about windows.

About to hit the road now. Check out this space next Monday for some gorgeous images. It's time to escape and look for some adventure. Happy weekend to all of you!

Convento de la Natividad

It looks like a medieval monastery set in Roncesvalles Valley, in the Spanish Pyrenees, yet it's set in Tepoztlan, not far from Mexico City.

The place is stunning, and according to the myth, the birthplace (1,200 years ago) of Quetzalcoatl - the feathered serpent god.

I'll never forget this place, or how I lost my breath climbing the nearby Tepozteco Mountain.

Izamal

Izamal (from the Mayan word "Zamná" translated as "dew from the sky"), it's one of my favorite places in the world. One that never disappoints every time I go back. This temple, the former San Antonio de Padua's Convent, was built over the remains of a previous Mayan structure. But it's not the only Mayan building within the city, as another four pyramids are part of the urban landscape of this amazingly beautiful and gentle place.

This weekend Kika and I hit the road and went to Izamal and some other remote places. It's was an eventful trip... one filled with images, and stories to tell.

Rome

On days like this, I always wish I was there.

Of all places on Earth, I love Rome the best. And this building, the Pantheon, is quite simply magical.

Until you visit it, you can't possibly imagine how special it is, and not only because it inspired Brunelleschi's desing of Florence's Cathedral dome (and by consequence Michelangelo's St. Peter's or Wren's St. Paul's... or even the Capitol in Washington). Its top opening gives the interior a very peculiar atmosphere, with a permanent mist and even an ocassional light rain.

I used the Oly E500 with the consumer 14-45 zoom, hence the barrel distortion. Nevertheless I still like this picture. It brings happy memories.