Aireando y mezclando el trigo.
My neighbor during my stay in Ayaviri, Puno-Peru, prepares the wheat she will use to feed. As little as we interacted, I saw in her a desire that in the future everything will be fine and knows that it will be because she will have food, that is, she is working from the present her hope for the future. (Ayaviri, Puno -Perú // 18-09-2019). -- Mi vecina durante mi estancia en Ayaviri, Puno-Perú, prepara el trigo que usará para alimentarse. En lo poco que interactuamos, vi en ella un deseo de que en el futuro todo estará bien y sabe que lo será porque tendrá alimento, es decir, está trabajando desde el presente su esperanza hacia el futuro. (Ayaviri, Puno -Perú // 18-09-2019). -- Esta foto fue tomada en el altiplano Peruano, en el distrito de Ayaviri, Melgar, región de Puno. La persona en la foto es una mujer que tras conocer sobre lo hacía, decidí -bajo su consentimiento- tomarle esta foto. Era un día soleado, cerca del medio día... ella se encontraba plácidamente bajo el sol, masticando hoja de coca. A pesar del imponente calor -propio de las zonas altas de la montaña- se veía feliz y tranquila... En el momento en el que la abordo, no poseía una cámara profesional, así que decido usar la cámara de mi celular, un Huawei Mate 20 pro. Posteriormente, hago unos trabajos de revelado en la app Lightroom, en la que profundizo sombras, realzo el contraste general de la foto, subo un poco el color rojo para destacar al personaje y le doy un poco de textura.
Ever Andrés Mercado Puentes, Colombia, Buenaventura
Atarraya
Jhon Jairo Gallo, o \"Gallo\" como le llaman sus amigos, es un pescador del municipio de Villa Vieja, en el departamento del Huila. Como el mismo dice, vive del río Magdalena y heredó el arte de la atarraya de su padre por lo que desarrolló esta práctica desde muy niño, el espera que desde que quede un poco de peces en el río, pueda transmitir esta tradición a sus hijos para conservar este patrimonio inmaterial.
Bendito lunes
Era lunes, 6 y media de la mañana, iba tarde para la universidad, tenía parcial de cálculo y no podía faltar, así que por motivos de movilidad decidí irme en bicicleta, al llegar me preguntó el portero de la universidad: -¿Joven, usted para dónde va?, -Para un examen final en el bloque 3, le dije, y sonriendo me respondió: -Hoy es lunes festivo.
Learn the Trade
During an asigment near the city of Bogotá, I met a Venezuelan migrant who came to the country looking for new job opportunities. We talked a little and he told me about misses the beaches of Caracas, his love for animals and how he learned the trade of handling and caring for horses, his work now in Colombia.
Me llaman el Diablo
Mauricio Carranza es más conocido como "El Diablo" en las calles del centro de Bogotá, la capital de Colombia. Dentro de sus histórias dice ser hijo de el rey de la esmeralda Víctor Carranza, además de haber sido ex comandante un frente importante de la guerrilla de las Farc, y muchas otras histórias de su vida que parecen salidas de una película como el hecho de que se volvió habitante de calle por que estaba perseguido para matarlo y que actualmente los policías le pagan para matar ladrones que delinquen en estas calles del centro de Bogotá. Normalmente duerme en alcantarillas y huecos que encuentra en las calles donde también puede consumir sus drogas y esconderse de sus enemigos, consume bazuco que es una de las drogas más adictivas y dañinas en el mondo, lo cual le aumenta sus delirios de de persecución pero a su vez le da fuerzas para aguantar el hambre y dolor sacando el diablo que lleva dentro.
Fuerte en la Montaña
Un poco de historia de mi ciudad, una de las primeras defensas en épocas de conquista..
Cristian Ibáñez, Colombia, Santa Marta
Sun ray in the dawn.
I just walked at 7 AM o'clock and watched this.
Luis Gutierrez, Colombia, Bucaramanga
PENSAMIENTOS MACONDIANOS
Un niño camina frente a las mariposas amarillas de Gabo.
Cesar Bolivar, Colombia, Barranquilla
Monkey Frog (Phyllomedusa venusta)
Monkey Frog (Phyllomedusa venusta) Frogs are very susceptible to changes, be it the sea of water conditions, temperature or changes in their habit, so these organisms are one of the large groups that have to implement conservation mechanisms. Phyllomedusa is a genus of nocturnal amphibians that live in open areas, primary and secondary forests of arboreal habits.
Faded memories II
“Those watercolored memories, soft as a summer's breeze II”
Oliver Ehmig Velez, Colombia, Coral Gables
HALCÓN C AMINERO
SIEMPRE CON OJO AVISOR,EN SILENCIO ROMPE EL VIENTO Y ATACA LA PRESA
JAIRO GALINDO, Colombia, BOGOTA. D.C.
Ignominy
Ignominy was made under the cover of a black cloth one afternoon of the year 2019 in a small room made of wood inside a scale workshop originated in a small neighborhood called Sevilla in Medellín / Colombia, there this series was made that is accompanied by stories and versions where the decline, shame and human decay are portrayed from the words of a man who carries in his body vestiges of a confused and agitated life, his life makes me see him through him, what is inside of a person who grew up in the midst of abuse? From so much past to hide the present no longer defines him, he is no longer aware of his true face.
Última parada (last stop)
Some time ago I was in a car for a concert of classical music and it was inevitable not to bother with the unbearable traffic of this city (Medellin) at six in the afternoon. However, while the vehicle was moving, I could see that on the left side of a bridge through which it was passing was a bicycle without pedals, armchair and chained to a completely dry tree. Honestly, I was touched and surprised, since it is not very common to find this kind of thing on a daily basis. As I could not get off and take some pictures, I decided to go back later and take the time to find the composition that I liked the most and also observe different angles. On the other hand, that bicycle expressed death, but also a lot of tranquility, I don't know the reasons, although it was. I think that is why I decided to call it "last stop", since it made me think about the last leg of someone's life and the bike itself. I was amazed with that object in the tree and I was constantly wondering who would have uploaded it there and what would be the reason, which I never knew until yesterday that I decided to publish the image to share a little what I had felt. It wasn't until the night that an old classmate wrote to me through an internal message and told me the story behind the bike in the tree. It turns out that it was not disconnected from the title I gave it, so here it goes. There are some voices that at that point on the bridge there was a girl with a bicycle and she was hit by a bus that ended her life. It is not known where he was going or where he came from, but in that place he finished his entire journey. The bike was bent and without some of its most important accessories. After the event, some say, that one of the girl's relatives took the bicycle, painted it white and then chained it to that tree as a way to remember and honor her. I do not know if the tree had leaves before the bicycle was there or if it has always been that way, but the truth is that the trees and plants around it have all the things that characterize a healthy tree ... will it be that the tree It withered after charging with the bike? "Last stop" is a title that I put without knowing the real story, but that has a close relationship with it.
Flying between flowers
A Hummingbird flying between flowers at the garden
Luis Acuña, Colombia, Barranquilla
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