The Lines

As travelling wherever it may so be, there are times when I look up, looking if maybe the clouds are different than the ones at where I grew up. Looking up for something extraordinary that would make me scream and be telling you now something a little bit more intresting. To have some UFO in the picture wouldn't bother me, I could at least sell that one and have some earnings out of my camera. But that;s not the case. I look up whereever I might be being reminded of what I see when I look down. To have a Jesus looking like cloud would also make me earn some pennies.....anyway, them lines have their charm, and I'm not the first one to discover them, to have angled them in such a way and well,... some extraordinary help of photoshop (who cares nowadays) there's some road stories, not specially harsh or melanchollic but sometimes even gracious the way lines ro destinies may meet to again desapear in fogivness.....Sometimes I even try to remember what kind of houses or forests are around them, in some I do but the rest......

The bad, the good and the I don't know

Well some summer pix....why did I start writing in english?.....I guess because I can. As I was saying some summer, because I am just, getting affected by this long tedious winter. But of course without leaving behind the potographic quality, and the standard rule...no people allowed in my pixs....why is that I dont't know, I don't want to see more people I see them all the time, (after double cheking...sorry for the guy in the ntrance of his couzy summer one) and just get some still, uncanny, well spontaneuslly composed tranquility. Yes, that's it, I said it, Well I guess that all the horror movies I've seen, make me think that the tranquility represented has this scenario that might end in disaster.

Mute witness

All right, I don't really know what this pictures have in common. 

But anyway what does my right side of the brain have in common with the left side.

Invierno kbrn

Mis pimeras entradas en esto que blogg se llama. Bloggeo, luego existo. Bloggeo, meneo, moneo,creo crear. En este largo dia, esperando a que al ninio se le pase la fiebre.
Perdon por no presentarme. Soy rAfael B.G., antes conocido como Beno,Venom,Tobeni,Leofardel, Chicano, en fin, desde que el destino me trajo a la tierra en que naci, para posteriormente tampoco sentirme de aqui, pues al entrar mis datos en el registro civil primer mundista, salio mi nombre, AKA suedonimo auto inflingido con el que naci Rafael. Alzo los hombros en signo de indiferencia.
En fin esta es un seleccion de fotos muy frias. Cuando pensaba que el invierno escandinavo estava por irse, y los nublados dias y la nieve a medio irse, me inspiro por lo deprimente que se ve todo. Me recuerda un poco a Rambo 1.