Street Sweeper at Chapultepec Park |
The Magic of the Cities.
Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Shades of Grey
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Heroes
Heroes of the past crying for the present. |
El Ángel de la Independencia ("The Angel of Independence"), most commonly known by the shortened name El Ángel and officially known as Columna de la Independencia, is a victory column located on a roundabout over Paseo de la Reforma in downtownMexico City.
El Ángel was built to commemorate the centennial of the beginning of Mexico's War of Independence, celebrated in 1910. In later years it was made into a mausoleum for the most important heroes of that war. It is one of the most recognizable landmarks in Mexico City, and it has become a focal point for both celebration or protest. It bears a resemblance to the July Column in Paris and the Victory Column in Berlin.
Construction of El Ángel was ordered in 1902 by President Porfirio Díaz. Architect Antonio Rivas Mercado was in charge of the design of the monument, while the actual construction was supervised by Mexican engineers Gonzalo Garita and Manuel Gorozpe. All the sculptures were made byItalian artist Enrique Alciati. The monument was ready for the festivities to commemorate the first hundred years of Mexican Independence in 1910. The opening ceremony was attended by President Díaz and several foreign dignitaries. The main speaker at the event was Mexican poet Salvador Díaz Mirón.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Helix
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Silence Valley
Silence Valley (near Mexico City) |
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought;
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Farewell Paris
Snack |
Wrong lens |
Gallery |
Art Class (about Les Noces de Cana by Véronèse - 1562-1563) |
Inner patio |
Cinq Maitres de la Renaissance Florentine. 1450. By Paolo Uccello (L to R: Giotto, P. Uccelllo, Donatello, Manetti & Filipo Brunelleschi) |
Leonardo da Vinci. Portrait da Femme, La Belle Ferronniere (1495-99) |
Stoned Lady Thank you Paris and Parisians for your endless Culture, Art, Beauty and Joie de Vivre (Joy of Living). I leave a part of my heart here and forever. |
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