Barcelona Daily Photo presenta fotos de Barcelona y los capítulos de la novela En la planta de tus pies, de Valery Bazán
domingo, junio 24, 2012
Deep loneliness
. When ports were a nice place to stay. Mataró Port. . Cuando los puertos eran un lindo ugar para estar. Puerto de Mataró. . Quan els ports eren un bonic lloc per estar. Port de Mataró. . Soundtrack: "Mylo Xyloto" - Coldplay .
I like this a lot. Super composition. Good place to be lonely. I could easily spend a day just sitting there and meditating on the state of the world. If I did that, of course, I'd probably get so depressed I'd jump in the water and drown! ;-))
Well, Lowell beat me to the composition comment. The separation of the congested city from the freedom of the sea is perfect, accentuated by the solitary bike - no people visible. Love this and the little puddle reflection is just the icing on this cake!
Pues sí. Si yo te contara lo romántico y bonito que era pasear por el rompeolas del puerto de Barcelona, lo genial que era ir a tomarte un plato de pescaíto frito al restaurante (cutre, con olor a frituras) del final del mismo... Eran otros tiempos, y a veces se echan de menos. Preciosa foto, Valery. Espero que sigas bien. Un fuerte abrazo.
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I like this a lot. Super composition. Good place to be lonely. I could easily spend a day just sitting there and meditating on the state of the world. If I did that, of course, I'd probably get so depressed I'd jump in the water and drown! ;-))
Well, Lowell beat me to the composition comment. The separation of the congested city from the freedom of the sea is perfect, accentuated by the solitary bike - no people visible. Love this and the little puddle reflection is just the icing on this cake!
Bises,
Genie
Ahora los puertos son lugares de corrupcion y suciedad
Nice depth to this image.
the composition is compelling as well as the title.
hope you're having a good summer - go espana!
Pues sí. Si yo te contara lo romántico y bonito que era pasear por el rompeolas del puerto de Barcelona, lo genial que era ir a tomarte un plato de pescaíto frito al restaurante (cutre, con olor a frituras) del final del mismo... Eran otros tiempos, y a veces se echan de menos.
Preciosa foto, Valery. Espero que sigas bien.
Un fuerte abrazo.
Me gusta el aspecto y colorido de la foto.
saludos
Muy buen encuadre y colores!
Beautiful, Valery. Is the bicycle yours? Are you the solitary soul about your photographic tasks?
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