Ser fotógrafo es decidir que el método para interpretar la vida y revelar los hallazgos personales a otros va a ser la cámara.
Esta herramienta, similar al procesador de texto para un escritor, es un aparato con el que el fotógrafo expresa su punto de vista sobre la vida, la condición humana y el mundo que le rodea.
Como sucede con toda expresión artística y cultural, con el tiempo el dominio de las herramientas queda muy por detrás del contenido y el estilo de lo que uno quiere contar al público.
I took a walk down a road it's the road I was meant to stay I see the fire in your eyes but a man's got to make his way
So are you tough enough for my love Just close your eyes to the heaven above I'm coming home I'm coming home
I took a ride in a world I'll be spinnin' for the rest of my life I feel your heart beatin' baby Oh sometimes it cuts like a knife
So are you tough enough for my love Just close your eyes to the heaven above I'm coming home I'm coming home
I'm coming home where your love tonight can shine on me I'm coming home where your lovin' arms can set me free
I took a walk down a road it's the road I was meant to stay I see the fire in your eyes but a man's got to make his way
So are you tough enough for my love Just close your eyes to the heaven above I'm coming home I'm coming home
I'm coming home Oh yeah I'm on my way oh yeah I'm coming home I'm coming home
Here we go oooh yeah, oooh I'm on my way Come on baby, come on now Let your love, shine on me
Sing along, I'm on my way Come on baby, oooh Shine on, shine on, shine on me Come on baby, I'm on my way Come on baby, let you love shine on me Oh yeah, shine on me Oh yeah, shine on, shine on me I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way
Estas fueron tomadas con el macro de la Canon A410. Y la verdad es que tomar este tipo de fotos me resulta lo más fácil y natural del mundo... porque así es como veo todo cuando me quito los lentes de contacto.
A lo que voy es que
It is by studying little things that we attain the great art of having as little misery, and as much happiness as possible - Samuel Johnson
Así es chicos y chicas del planeta tierra, la felicidad está en los detalles. Y en publicar florecitas diminutas para ustedes :)
I had much to be happy about. I was married to Jamie, the tall, dark, and handsome love of my life; we had two delightful young daughters, seven-year-old Eliza and one-year-old Eleanor; I was a writer, after having started out as a lawyer; I was living in my favorite city, New York; I had close relationships with my parents, sister, and in-laws; I had friends; I had my health; I didn't have to color my hair. But too often I sniped at my husband or the cable guy. I felt dejected after even a minor professional setback. I drifted out of touch with old friends, I lost my temper easily, I suffered bouts of melancholy, insecurity, listlessness, and free-floating guilt.
As I looked out the blurry bus window, I saw two figures cross the street —a woman about my age trying simultaneously to balance an umbrella, look at her cell phone, and push a stroller carrying a yellow-slickered child. The sight gave me a jolt of recognition: that's me, I thought, there I am. I have a stroller, a cell phone, an alarm clock, an apartment, a neighborhood. Right now, I'm riding the same crosstown bus that I take across the park, back and forth. This is my life —but I never give any thought to it.
I wasn't depressed and I wasn't having a midlife crisis, but I was suffering from midlife malaise —a recurrent sense of discontent and almost a feeling of disbelief. "Can this be me?" I'd wonder as I picked up the morning newspapers or sat down to read my e-mail. "Can this be me?" My friends and I joked about the "beautiful house" feeling, when, as in the David Byrne song "Once in a Lifetime," we'd periodically experience the shock of thinking "This is not my beautiful house."
"Is this really it?" I found myself wondering, and answering, "Yep, this is it."
But though at times I felt dissatisfied, that something was missing, I also never forgot how fortunate I was. When I woke up in the middle of the night, as I often did, I'd walk from one room to another to gaze at my sleeping husband tangled in the sheets and my daughters surrounded by their stuffed animals, all safe. I had everything I could possibly want —yet I was failing to appreciate it. Bogged down in petty complaints and passing crises, weary of struggling with my own nature, I too often failed to comprehend the splendor of what I had. I didn't want to keep taking these days for granted. The words of the writer Colette had haunted me for years: "What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner."
I didn't want to look back, at the end of my life or after some great catastrophe, and think, "How happy I used to be then, if only I'd realized it."
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack And you may find yourself in another part of the world And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife And you may ask yourself, "Well... How did I get here?"
Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down Letting the days go by / water flowing underground Into the blue again / after the money's gone Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground
And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?" And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house!" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife!"
Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down Letting the days go by / water flowing underground Into the blue again / after the money's gone Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground
Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was
Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down Letting the days go by / water flowing underground Into the blue again / after the money's gone Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground
And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?" And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?" And you may ask yourself, "Am I right?... Am I wrong?" And you may say to yourself, "MY GOD!... WHAT HAVE I DONE?"
Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down Letting the days go by / water flowing underground Into the blue again / into the silent water Under the rocks and stones / there is water underground
Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down Letting the days go by / water flowing underground Into the blue again / after the money's gone Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground
Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Look where my hand was Time isn't holding up Time isn't after us Same as it ever was Same as it ever was
Letting the days go by Letting the days go by Once in a lifetime (Let the water hold me down) Letting the days go by...
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This song deals with the futility of not being happy with the things you have. Like trying to remove the water at the bottom of the ocean, there's no way to stop life from moving on. The forces of nature (like the ocean) keep you moving almost without your conscious effort - like a ventriloquist moving a puppet.
"We're largely unconscious. You know, we operate half awake or on autopilot and end up, whatever, with a house and family and job and everything else, and we haven't really stopped to ask ourselves, 'How did I get here?'" - David Byrne.
An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on doctor's orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.
"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American asked.
"Only a little while," the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English.
"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American then asked.
"I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends," the Mexican said as he unloaded them into a basket.
"But... What do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican looked up and smiled. "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, señor."
The American laughed and stood tall. "Sir, I'm a Harvard MBA and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased haul. Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats."
He continued, "Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los Angeles, and eventually New York City, where you could run your expanding enterprise with proper management."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, señor, how long will all this take?"
To which the American replied, "15–20 years. 25 tops."
"But what then, señor?"
The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."
"Millions, señor? Then what?"
"Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos..."
Esta es una foto de Júpiter que tomé con una Nikon Coolpix P500 y el zoom extendido a 36x. Se pueden apreciar Io (como un puntito justo arriba de Júpiter), Ganímedes, Europa y Calisto.
Abajo está la misma escena pero calculada por Winstars 2.0 (clic sobre la imagen para agrandar)
Usé trípode y lo tenía que estar ajustando cada 30 segundos porque Júpiter estaba corriendo como si estuvieran repartiendo bolsas solidarias en el monte Olimpo (yes, la economía afecta parejo).
I'm on my way, I'm making it I've got to make it show, yeah So much larger than life I'm going to watch it growing
The place where I come from is a small town They think so small They use small words But not me I'm smarter than that I worked it out I've been stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out
I've had enough, I'm getting out to the city, the big big city I'll be a big noise with all the big boys There's so much stuff I will own
And I will pray to a big god as I kneel in the big church
Big time I'm on my way, I'm making it Big time
Big time I've got to make it show yeah Big time
Big time So much larger than life Big time I'm going to watch it growing Big time
My parties all have big names And I greet them with the widest smile Tell them how my life is one big adventure And always they're amazed When I show them 'round my house, to my bed I had it made like a mountain range With a snow-white pillow for my big fat head
And my heaven will be a big heaven and I will walk through the front door
Big time I'm on my way, I'm making it Big time
Big time I've got to make it show, yeah Big time
Big time So much larger than life Big time I'm going to watch it growing Big time
Big time My car is getting bigger Big time My house is getting bigger Big time My eyes are getting bigger Big time And my mouth
Big time My belly is getting bigger Big time And my bank account Big time Look at my circumstance Big time And the bulge in my big big big big big big big big big big big big big big big
Que te quedarás conmigo una vida entera que contigo adiós inviernos sólo primavera que las olas son de magia y no de agua salada yo te creo todo y tú no me das nada tú no me das nada
Que si sigo tu camino llegaré hasta el cielo tú me mientes en la cara y yo me vuelvo ciego yo me trago tus palabras, tú juegas un juego y me brilla el mundo cuando dices luego cuando dices luego
Cuando dices siento siento que eres todo cuando dices vida yo estaré contigo tomas de mi mano y por dentro lloro aunque sea mentira me haces sentir vivo aunque es falso el aire siento que respiro
Mientes tan bien que me sabe a verdad todo lo que me das y ya te estoy amando
Mientes tan bien que he llegado a imaginar que en mi amor llenas tu piel y aunque todo es de papel mientes tan bien
Cuando dices siento siento que eres todo cuando dices vida yo estaré contigo tomas de mi mano y por dentro lloro aunque sea mentira me haces sentir vivo aunque es falso el aire siento que respiro
Mientes tan bien que me sabe a verdad todo lo que me das y ya te estoy amando
Mientes tan bien que he llegado a imaginar que en mi amor llenas tu piel y aunque todo es de papel mientes tan bien
y me doy cuenta que he sobrevivido cosas mucho peores
Balas, divorcios, accidentes de tránsito, policías nacionales y de EMETRA y otros rateros misceláneos, desengaños, trámites burocráticos, amenazas de muerte y un largo etcétera
l a r g o y g r a n d e e t c é t e r a
Algo que nunca pierdo
es mi capacidad de recuperación
Vivo en el ahora
ser positivo es mi estado natural
optimista hasta el absurdo (hasta a Pollyana le daría vergüenza)
y yo solito me hago reír
y tengo un je ne sais quoi que te captura
(lo tengo y es tu perdición)
Te hago sentir bien
y me hago sentir bien
es mi don
y el output de mi creatividad y mi imaginación puede saturar al observador casual
