So long, Mom

Nothing has changed at home: The same furniture in the same place, the same books in the shelves, even the last flowers we bought for her, still fresh in a vase on the table. But suddenly everything is kind of strange. She isn’t there any more. She’s gone for ever. Her smiling look, is not there any more greeting me from her wheelchair, now abandoned. With her has gone all the room’s life, all the home’s life....

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Textures
Aug06

Textures

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The vulture
Aug04

The vulture

I was having a good time resting in a country house near Pamplona, Spain in the Valley of Ultzama when the “little bird” of the picture landed on our garden, and decided to stay there. A vulture in the garden! A big one! and aggressive. He charged against us when we approached him. Anyway, I took my camera, because you don’t see those animals so close so frequently. We call the Animal Protection service and they told...

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blossom and the crazy street band
Jun17

blossom and the crazy street band

These days it’s so hot, that all our plants which had been gloriously blossoming in our patio only a week ago, are now dying dehydrated. We are watering them carefully every day and some are surviving but the weather is too hard for most of them. And they are exposed to the sun all day. No help for that. We are having an advanced summer time. Streets are full of people. My neighbourhood has plenty of life as ever. Kids are...

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“el infiernito”
Jun12

“el infiernito”

Close to my house, in the old quarter of Pamplona, there is a little electric guitars’ shop called “el infiernito” (“the little hell”). When a more or less known rocker comes to buy a new guitar or fix an old one, and he or she’s in the mood, they bring out the drums and two or three guitars and begin to sing with their friends and the owners of the shop in a very loud volume. People stop in their...

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