Posts Tagged ‘Kamchatka’

The cold I've always elegant result, without the birdsong and the murmur of the rain. The cold does not usually say anything. It has something hypnotic that blue ice, the mist at dawn, snow. I have chosen seven white landscapes, seven secluded corners where at least I felt so marginalized that I thought I was going to map.

The concept of an empty beach often inspire images reminiscent of coconut, white sand and a sea in which you see your feet while looking for shells. But today I propose that we move away from the Postcards and give up the topic.

At that time it wakes up the world. Early wake, coffee and silence: always compensates. Every journey stops at dawn because it is the time of the truce, the point where the traveler understands his whereabouts. Then there is the bustle of stories, the lives of others passing loop, the miles of road ...

A man crossing the town in an armored military, several kids played snow throwing bolazos, naked, in a pool of hot water and a clothes women tended to be frozen before drying certainly. Typically in this part of the world.