A tribute to Pongo

January 29th, 2012 by ary : Twit this!

He was always a fighter. And he never gave up. Until his last night.

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Pongo, on August, 2011.

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He was born deaf but that didn’t keep him from barking to the top of his lungs. He was deaf but that didn’t keep him from being the best watch dog we had. He knew someone was coming long before our other three dogs, whose hearing was just fine. And when he was fast asleep and we came home, he’d show at our door in less than two minutes because of our scent.

We met him when he was 11 months old. His owner was always partying and often slept somewhere else, so even though we didn’t have any dogs then, we’d always have a bag of food for Pongo. Just in case. And “in case” was often.

When Pablo moved in with his girlfriend, he left him. We couldn’t understand how he didn’t even try to take Pongo with him. But that’s what happened. So we took him in. Food, vet, winter sweaters, he was always provided for, but most importantly, we loved him dearly.

We rescued Sam (a stray) and were given Tatu (Malinois Shepherd) almost at the same time, and it was clear to them that Pongo sould be the alpha dog. He remained the alpha dog through his whole life, and his philosophy was quite simple: “what’s mine is mine, and what belongs to others is also mine”. Others meaning dogs. Because with people he was really affectionate. But with dogs… he only loved Sam.

We taught him to understand what we meant by sign language, and he was very good at it. He understood better than the other dogs, who could hear what we were saying. He was that smart.

Whenever new neighbours moved in, even if their dogs were bigger and stronger, and regardless of how much they tried to become the alpha dog,  Pongo wouldn’t give in. Even when he got cancer and became slower and tired more easily, all the dogs respected him. And he walked about them knowing exactly who was the one: himself.

When we went to the mountain with our bikes, he would always be the very last one, because since he couldn’t hear, he somehow knew that if he turned the wrong way he’d get lost in the woods. And at the end, when we came to the pond, he would hit the water and tried to bite it, having loads of fun.

But he had cancer and underwent four surgeries. And he survived them all. The vet told us tumors would keep turning up because of the kind of cancer he had. So we were looking constantly for any signs of them, weary of him having to need another surgery.Eventually he had trouble walking and tired easily, but still, his tail moved from one side to the other when we went for a walk on the woods. And he tried to run a little.

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Pongo with the bandages from his last surgery (on both hind legs).

He was 13 when we went to India, last December. Our four dogs stayed with friends they knew well, the friends with whom we went bike riding to the mountain. And on the third night, Pongo had dinner, went to sleep and never woke up.

Our friends didn’t tell us until we came back. I thank them. I’m sorry he died while staying with them because I know how they feel. And I’m sorry he died while we were away. At least every day I told him how much I loved him, because I knew maybe, maybe one day he wouldn’t wake up.

So I’ll say it one more time, Pongo: I love you. And you’ll be in my heart forever. You were a fighter and you taught me a lot. I wish I was more like you. I really do. But most of all, I wish you could see me telling you I love you one more time.

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have a smelly day

India

December 9th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

I’ll be in India from Dec. 12th to Jan. 15th with no access to e-mail or computers or my iPhone. By choice. But my camera, my camera’s going with me.

Happy Holidays,

ary

I sold new photographs!!! Abstract and Realistic photographs

November 30th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

This has been a great month. I’ve sold five photographs. Three to the same collector, and two to two different ones. Three were images, the kind I like to hunt for, and two were abstracts, the kind I like to create without using any Photoshop at all, keeping at least one point in focus and using only available light (the same paradigms I use for all my photos, including the ones that aren’t abstract, though in those I may “breake” the point in focus rule. But only that one). Any way, I’m extremely happy and thankful to all of you who liked my work enough to invest in it. Thank you.

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Here are the photos I sold:

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This one is a reflection. It’s a matter of using your experience on how light reacts and how the macro will interpret the image, because you can’t see the same with the naked eye. Your camera and your lens are your tools.

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twisted orange or andante in cromo 19

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I love this one. I remember perfectly walking in Covington, Louisiana, and coming across this clossed door where the shadow of this windmill was projecting. Soooo beautiful.

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Please blow. Please

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Three or four years ago Elsa gave me a tullip in a pot. It flowered and then died. The leaves all dried up. I thought that was it. I took the plastic pot to the garden and put it next to my dalmatian’s house, thinking to get it to the trash the next day. But the next day turned into a year. I no longer saw the pot though it was still there. And one day a plant started to grow and a tullip was born. And the whole process repeated again for one or two more years. This photo is the last tullip that was born there. After that, my landlord threw the pot away and I could never find it to rescue it. That made me really sad, though I’m glad at least I took this photo and somebody liked it as much as myself.

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An endless possibility in a Universe of twisted petals

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Also, in Covington, Louisiana. I don’t want to know what Freud would say about how much I like doors and locks. Then again, I also like streetlamps and empty benches. I hope that helps. If not, never mind. I LOVE locks, specially when they are as beautiful as this old one on an old door. Who says decay isn’t beautiful?

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the rebel

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There’s a lot of me in these kind of photographs, because without my eye, these photographs wouldn’t come into being. I’ve found how to use my camera, my macro lens and the way light reflects or refracts, the same way a sculpture uses a chinsel or a painter a brush. They’re my tools, but it’s what I work on the composition and colour by placing something of that colour near to where the light hits, so it gets “coloured” so to speak.

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allegro dorado

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And again, thank you all.

San Miguel de Allende • Guanajuato • Artistic photography • Beautiful images

November 27th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

Some more examples of images from different places. This is what I call “hunting for images”.

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I took the following photos in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, one of my favourite little towns in the country and one I could easily live in.

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What can be better than being a window having the sky come to me

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Zebra

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Why. There's always a cable. why oh why

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why should I turn on if light's so beautiful here?

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vertigo comes to mind...

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time is relative

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a bright light for a bright day

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abstract by chance

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come in or come out but don't just stand there

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hanging out

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I found a nice little place for me to stay

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I had to be born somewhere, right, and all the other places were taken

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one rectangle, two rectangles

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pendulum. Foucault's

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reaching out to you, or is that too corny?

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sitting watching the wheels of time go round and round

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The say being purple is arrogant, so what?

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And I shot the next photographs in Guanajuato City.

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a probability wave of a physical system that's more than probable

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darkness and light

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If the arch is curved I want to be straight and square

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intrinsic angular moment

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As you know, you can buy a print of any photograph on this entry.

Every image comes in a series of 10 prints in 20 x 24″ format, and 10 prints in 39 x 32″ (100 x 83 cm) format, professionally printed by the best photo lab in México.

Price per 20 x 24″ image: 270 USD + shipping.

Price per 39 x 32″ image: 395 USD + shipping.

Sea gulls • the beauty of flight

November 27th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

There’s nothing more majestic than the flight of a sea gull. It’s just moving.

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All these I shot in New Orleans.

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catching up streamjet propultion to get to India

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if only knowing what you want were easy

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the sweet smell of blue

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wings of time

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wind sounding like red

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As you know, you can buy a print of any photograph on this entry.

Every image comes in a series of 10 prints in 20 x 24″ format, and 10 prints in 39 x 32″ (100 x 83 cm) format, professionally printed by the best photo lab in México.

Price per 20 x 24″ image: 270 USD + shipping.

Price per 39 x 32″ image: 395 USD + shipping.

Nature photography • Life • The wonder of life

November 27th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

I’d love to see what life looks like some place else in the Universe…

But here on Earth, it couldn’t be more beautiful.

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a monarch is born

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I didn't want to be seen-X

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I wonder how this tastes like-X

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life happens wherever it can

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Will you take my portrait?

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the spiral

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wings better than a watercolour-X

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As you know, you can buy a print of any photograph on this entry.

Every image comes in a series of 10 prints in 20 x 24″ format, and 10 prints in 39 x 32″ (100 x 83 cm) format, professionally printed by the best photo lab in México.

Price per 20 x 24″ image: 270 USD + shipping.

Price per 39 x 32″ image: 395 USD + shipping.

Is reality real?

November 25th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

I often wonder how do we know if reality is real?

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This was taken in San Miguel de Allende, México.

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a light at the end of the walk

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Also, San Miguel de Allende. I looked up and saw the stairway through the window and, somehow, it seemed odd but it’s so beautiful…

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and she's buying a better stairway...to heaven

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Another stairway, this time in New Orleans.

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buying a stairway to heaven

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Covington, Louisiana. The kind of things I love finding.

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convergence is overrated

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Guanajuato City, Mexico. I loved the mix of old and new and the bright colours of the walls.

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crimson and clover

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Crusli walking in San Francisco.

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Crusli's speed and place in time

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Magazine Street is one of my favourite streets in New Orleans, specially near the Audubon Park. And there I saw this.

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dressing up for the red door

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Another beautiful door in San Miguel de Allende, México.

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Exit to the melancholic state of being

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Where else? In San Francisco. I love that city.

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flying gay

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Who says decay can’t be beautiful?

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handle for time

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San Francisco again.

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I came out for a look at the wrong time

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San Miguel de Allende.

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I don't think the combination suits me

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Can you see some similitude between San Miguel de Allende and New Orleans? This is not the former.

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I need glasses

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Sea gulls, sea gulls. My favourite birds, probably. I never tire of watching them fly. This one’s a baby so it probably doesn’t know how to read anyway.

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I'm not crossing anywhere

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Mandeville, Louisiana.

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I'm so blue I need you

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In San Francisco. I’m always fascinated at how life finds a way. Always.

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life finding an opening to show itself

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I just paid my electricity bill and I’m not happy because I think somebody’s hung their cable to my box again. If I’m right that’d be the fifth time. I guess that’s also what inspired me for the title, though I shot this photo in New Orleans.

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living up in the clouds where there are no electricity bills

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There’s strong evidence that a T-rex is far more related to a chicken than to a, say, lizard. So I thought it was funny to see this pigeon walking right there at exactly that moment, as if it casted the T-rex that casted the huge shadow.

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my great-great-great grandfather looked liked that. Now I look like a pigeon

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San Francisco. I like how the stairway and the shadow cross.

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my shadow is going the wrong way

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Great game of shadows and light at the MUCA, in San Francisco.

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neutrino-photon obstacle race in a circle of perfect proportions

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Funny. And I laughed in New Orleans.

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perro bizco

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Guanajuato City, Mexico.

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ripples of passage

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Well, that’s my handsome nephew Chris and a self-portrait, all at once. Where? In New Orleans, of course.

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so cooooool

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I’ve been reading about the series of experiments that have shown that neutrinos might move 1 part per each 20 millions faster than the speed of light. Sounds so tiny but it would be huge, if confirmed. But I shot this in San Miguel de Allende. I could so live there.

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neutrino's flight

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I was walking in San Francisco when I saw this and it seemed to me the dog was spitting the plant.

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spitting my leave

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I really really want to live here…

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standing tall the clouds I touch

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I thank whoever, in San Francisco, didn’t bother to remove the feather and painted over it instead.

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stuck in the opposite side of yellow

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It was the photo of a dead and beloved dog, but still… poor cat!

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that photo is gonna give me nightmares

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I really adore finding accidental collages like this one. It’s team work without anyone realizing it.

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walking to get through the door with my angel face

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Do I need to say something? I think the photo says it all.

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who's the doll?

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Also in San Miguel de Allende, like the image above.

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uncertainty principle of pointy proportions

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As you know, you can buy a print of any photograph on this entry.

Every image comes in a series of 10 prints in 20 x 24″ format, and 10 prints in 39 x 32″ (100 x 83 cm) format, professionally printed by the best photo lab in México.

Price per 20 x 24″ image: 270 USD + shipping.

Price per 39 x 32″ image: 395 USD + shipping.

Abstract photography of the first kind

November 13th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

Finding an abstract that shows how I see the world, how I perceive reality, what I want to express is an undescribable pleasure. It doesn’t matter what the subject is, the point of this photograph  is what it makes you feel, what it stirrs in you, what memories it brings back, if you find meaning in it, if you find it beautiful, interesting, intriguing…

My paradigms? Only available light, no retouching either in the blackroom or in the computer, and there has to be a point in focus at least.

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magma to you

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am I orange or apple

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the spectacle of me showing you at me

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a dot of doubt

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cross your fingers

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crossing the edge of time

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folding time where the universe curves

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leaving you

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if the balance went my way

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golden meassure

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nebulae quo

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noise clouds intelligent thoughts

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I can't hold on to you

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I want to get to know you

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standing out

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falling sqare

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if only I could bark

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perhaps one too many?

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As you know, you can buy a print of any photograph on this entry.

Every image comes in a series of 10 prints in 20 x 24″ format, and 10 prints in 39 x 32″ (100 x 83 cm) format, professionally printed by the best photo lab in México.

Price per 20 x 24″ image: 270 USD + shipping.

Price per 39 x 32″ image: 395 USD + shipping.

Jane Goodall and Nature or photography of life

November 2nd, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

Last Friday I interviewed Jane Goodall.

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Jane Goodall and Mr. H

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I felt as if I was interviewing Einstein, Darwin or Planck. Or Margerite Yourcenar.

I think that if somebody could probably restore my faith in mankind —feeble as it is— it’s her. Her work is amazing, the fact that she left what she loved the most to protect it is amazing and just seeing her was so moving I can’t express it with words.

I take my hat off to her.
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waiting for Hollywood to discover me

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A monarch's lunch

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hide and seek

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I hear you

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what if I don't want to fly away?

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envy-greenish

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here's looking at you looking at me

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i am therefore I am

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I'm a dalmagator

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I'm not blue

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impulse

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landing for a date

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Living on the edge

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it's not easy being me

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learning to read

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Not afraid anymore

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the flow of life

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the flower should be behind me for maximum contrast but I still look amazing

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How come is this huge insect that pink? Well, it shows it doesn’t have any self-esteem issues, obviously.

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Thinking outside the box

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why is there something instead of nothing
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unfolding the truth

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what if time folded outwards instead of inwards

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There’s no special trick nor photoshoping of any kind. The pigeon was moving way to fast for the ISO speed I’d chosen and this is the result of that: an amazing photograph!

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me moving through the continuum of space leaving time behind

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There’s a sea gull flying far behind this one and it makes it look as if it had a bow or eyebrows, doesn’t it?

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are those my eyebrows?

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That’s a pair of really big brown eyes!

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never loosing sight of you

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vamos al cine vamos a guanajuato

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speed

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traffic police

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sorry I'm late

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loner but never lonely

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As you know, you can buy a print of any photograph on this entry.

Every image comes in a series of 10 prints in 20 x 24″ format, and 10 prints in 39 x 32″ (100 x 83 cm) format, professionally printed by the best photo lab in México.

Price per 20 x 24″ image: 270 USD + shipping.

Price per 39 x 32″ image: 395 USD + shipping.

Steve Jobs farewell • Goodbye to Steve Jobs

October 6th, 2011 by ary : Twit this!

Steve Jobs Farewell

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Farewell, and thanks for all the Apples.

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Steve Jobs. 1955-2011. The world wouldn’t have been the same without him.

If I could, I’d given you all my iddle years so you could go on breaking paradigms.

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Steve Jobs at Apple's site.