esta ciudad, mi lugar
Apr. 13th, 2009 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tea_and_inkIt's come to my attention that I don't post enough advertisement for Cordoba. This seems wrong to me.
I've been living here since July 2003 and I'm still in love with how new it seems every time I go out. It would bother me that I still feel every bit an alien as I felt back then, all of seventeen and with hopes and illusions bigger than my head, but it doesn't because the hopes and illusions have been tempered by the life I've shaped for myself and, unlike then, they seem reachable now, I have grown roots as deep as I can make them go anywhere that isn't my home, friends and loves have come and go, I still want to travel the world, visit India and live in New Mexico, I still want to grow my own garden and I still want to make my living writing (not that you'd know), but in the meantime, walking down streets I know everything about and discover a new color where there used to be just a blank wall excites me enough to take my time and live here, now.
In honor to this declaration of love, I'm giving you more pics. Hopefully I'll be able to make a bit of a series out of this. The need to take pictures is overwhelming these days, it fits that I take advantage of it.
One of the things that captivate me the most is this patchwork of colonial style and modernity that seems to blend seamlessly into the fabric of the local architecture. This corner is a pretty big traffic artery and it's a bit of a nightmare to cross on foot, but it makes the constant waiting for the golden chance worthwhile to have such a sight to study while cars rush by, don't you think?
I love this one. Same corner, different angle, the old man on the bike is the bonus that makes this picture one of my favorites that I've taken.
No old men on bikes, but there's something about this composition that makes me so happy. Proud, actually. That building is some sort of bank entity, I think it regulates stuff, idk for sure. But, it's a beautiful building nonetheless.
The view from my window, the big plant is Sarah I, she fell three stories down into a back patio where she then got shredded to pieces by the neighbor's dog. I couldn't save her. The little lady in the background belongs to the old lady next door, I was babysitting for her when this picture was taken.
Anything in particular you'd like to see from Cordoba, or my apartment? I'm charitable.
I've been living here since July 2003 and I'm still in love with how new it seems every time I go out. It would bother me that I still feel every bit an alien as I felt back then, all of seventeen and with hopes and illusions bigger than my head, but it doesn't because the hopes and illusions have been tempered by the life I've shaped for myself and, unlike then, they seem reachable now, I have grown roots as deep as I can make them go anywhere that isn't my home, friends and loves have come and go, I still want to travel the world, visit India and live in New Mexico, I still want to grow my own garden and I still want to make my living writing (not that you'd know), but in the meantime, walking down streets I know everything about and discover a new color where there used to be just a blank wall excites me enough to take my time and live here, now.
In honor to this declaration of love, I'm giving you more pics. Hopefully I'll be able to make a bit of a series out of this. The need to take pictures is overwhelming these days, it fits that I take advantage of it.
One of the things that captivate me the most is this patchwork of colonial style and modernity that seems to blend seamlessly into the fabric of the local architecture. This corner is a pretty big traffic artery and it's a bit of a nightmare to cross on foot, but it makes the constant waiting for the golden chance worthwhile to have such a sight to study while cars rush by, don't you think?
I love this one. Same corner, different angle, the old man on the bike is the bonus that makes this picture one of my favorites that I've taken.
No old men on bikes, but there's something about this composition that makes me so happy. Proud, actually. That building is some sort of bank entity, I think it regulates stuff, idk for sure. But, it's a beautiful building nonetheless.
The view from my window, the big plant is Sarah I, she fell three stories down into a back patio where she then got shredded to pieces by the neighbor's dog. I couldn't save her. The little lady in the background belongs to the old lady next door, I was babysitting for her when this picture was taken.
Anything in particular you'd like to see from Cordoba, or my apartment? I'm charitable.
