tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92193021103439169952024-03-12T16:28:01.500-07:00theyvith: fotoTheyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-46755487579850607192008-06-26T18:29:00.001-07:002008-06-26T18:30:06.301-07:00No al mediodía<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N4n4ZTqAjTZq-0zCqjd6GWlrzfbnJCWxLnD2zaws6ygiZ4Egzx0QQhyE2WZ6Arax-Tmbk3642brHEHOI1FNjQP876o3s2APWV07lf7CVfhMs8GT2JR71DsMTLOSx6SSfXXgZgzPRXW5j/s1600-h/calle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N4n4ZTqAjTZq-0zCqjd6GWlrzfbnJCWxLnD2zaws6ygiZ4Egzx0QQhyE2WZ6Arax-Tmbk3642brHEHOI1FNjQP876o3s2APWV07lf7CVfhMs8GT2JR71DsMTLOSx6SSfXXgZgzPRXW5j/s400/calle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216367394783192514" /></a>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-64153860984404367922007-08-22T13:25:00.000-07:002007-08-22T13:32:35.126-07:00Mosca - Fly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7j5Cw6r16p9PXug4OaED1PjPIsYHgxh83ODCRoCqhKEWYRAXDhY16CDzzeUK2QgzwbheJqD8EppkQR-9b0agumjdSBJ0UKg5e0iIy6t-vdNvkiDAc63OuoKP56BSvj_xxjfY_Tr-CIy5/s1600-h/Mosca+Fly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7j5Cw6r16p9PXug4OaED1PjPIsYHgxh83ODCRoCqhKEWYRAXDhY16CDzzeUK2QgzwbheJqD8EppkQR-9b0agumjdSBJ0UKg5e0iIy6t-vdNvkiDAc63OuoKP56BSvj_xxjfY_Tr-CIy5/s400/Mosca+Fly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101623834127553634" border="0" /></a><br />Dos perros se pelearon en el campo. El que salió peor parado tenía un largo pelaje.<br />Los dueños de éste curaron sus heridas.<br /><br />Una semana después no lograban comprender porqué no mejoraba. Seguía tendido en un rincón como el día que lo descubrieron, ahora vencido y febril.<br /><br />El largo pelaje había ocultado la peor de las heridas. Descubrirían como el mismo día del ataque la <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mosca">mosca</a> habían depositado sus huevas en ella.<br /><br />Fue un perro sociable y dócil.Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-57001202307236829212007-08-22T13:08:00.001-07:002007-09-20T04:57:25.026-07:00Sepia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsXg28JOhkl1uDJYlR6oG2bEJaudl3qc5LYUjYX8yQV7GaVWnVP3OLoSTfdeuPLsvD2WTiJRA9vmoucfNXGwX7S3cev88tEch6gPHOr1dWkDOMici9T8u_zQBoxZUbJvj43XxLtJGG-OM/s1600-h/Lete.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsXg28JOhkl1uDJYlR6oG2bEJaudl3qc5LYUjYX8yQV7GaVWnVP3OLoSTfdeuPLsvD2WTiJRA9vmoucfNXGwX7S3cev88tEch6gPHOr1dWkDOMici9T8u_zQBoxZUbJvj43XxLtJGG-OM/s400/Lete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101619569225028690" border="0" /></a><br />Caño de Andarraso, un pueblo cercano a Ponjos.<br />Civitas, desarraigo, olvido generacional.<br />No es pesar.<br />Es algo que se volverá sepia. Espíritu documental. Fotografía.<br /><br />Del caño que fue <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lete">Lete</a> ahora mana agua tintada.Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-48902067546148370292007-05-02T04:19:00.000-07:002007-05-02T04:29:05.036-07:00Lo mismo / The Same<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKjYru978RQVMiE26D8sK84EwVHcaSXBhZX9VS5VKSOlHiizbymFi2tN7W1bHAEEELE15MJOn1SbJs6FSVEYlcdq1YRKJpO_-gvmQqCYmh7tBL_YL0Dzy6OSFzy0LT9XDB-tL_cEqfQYX/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKjYru978RQVMiE26D8sK84EwVHcaSXBhZX9VS5VKSOlHiizbymFi2tN7W1bHAEEELE15MJOn1SbJs6FSVEYlcdq1YRKJpO_-gvmQqCYmh7tBL_YL0Dzy6OSFzy0LT9XDB-tL_cEqfQYX/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059921674664170786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">El misterio de la ocultación, la imagen y la lectura de lo dado, se abre a si misma. Luz de atardecer. Traspaso de nosotros, llenamos una botella vacía, vaciamos una botella llena.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">The mistery of concealment, image and lecture of the given, opens itself. Sunset light. We transfer ourselves, we fill a emty bottle, we empty a full bottle.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLy3_euG7qb4OmhuAltR0uWNhZEXmxAa1GBD9Nbl8FLUIW-_OY0oNYNZTqKRAjJ1RF5NMjlw7Yz73otFJcTCI3uGyFXb_uDVQVR7xDxJGrlvY_9jk9gbVIs7xCWWVydS8XVY2boJF19Xd/s1600-h/02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLy3_euG7qb4OmhuAltR0uWNhZEXmxAa1GBD9Nbl8FLUIW-_OY0oNYNZTqKRAjJ1RF5NMjlw7Yz73otFJcTCI3uGyFXb_uDVQVR7xDxJGrlvY_9jk9gbVIs7xCWWVydS8XVY2boJF19Xd/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059921674664170802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRj187twAenupt1wyTAvXJqJDpxsyLBHNKLEu2-wNisl_JtEEHtJS6DY828H6PoMcqTD1j1GjAP_AS21rgwmwZxI4leRfy6xrqp1bf2CpcOCgawJhUQjxY58jRRS3CoOfqdCN7C8ONYtyc/s1600-h/03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRj187twAenupt1wyTAvXJqJDpxsyLBHNKLEu2-wNisl_JtEEHtJS6DY828H6PoMcqTD1j1GjAP_AS21rgwmwZxI4leRfy6xrqp1bf2CpcOCgawJhUQjxY58jRRS3CoOfqdCN7C8ONYtyc/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059921674664170818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Calle de Barcelona por la noche.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Barcelona street by night.</span></span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-85440229000172397582007-03-31T15:41:00.000-07:002007-03-31T15:43:36.293-07:00Cielo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lAHd1TeeniOgVQj2jqMfH8_hGdAojmu5q_qlcEebEePBZ8IHCnMi5CLohmBlIAuYBqhf-Ew2tMangK-svkHvYJ30Vx9LzTOUoTn-mx7Grc4HzxO99oY87NeQ4zaEasXsnVBWHVKI_zaV/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwAQkIPIBPAZ0Tl92Zyd6oIkODyvi09tiny8DSjEXg00T3V8yFROLNWJS4954kf8QpCSYMTEL5bdZSFAWecY8RzponNudcsXZPJTmprTNF5NhthwOKfw3yyOsbk1erSERQMhM9bxGnhpE/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048222915421889154" border="0" /></a>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-9655212403127626822007-02-09T05:57:00.000-08:002007-02-09T05:57:19.215-08:00Torre Eiffel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ42rvLv0Q8IzURbZvi9pAjwXbAqQNOscC9VB6wnMe7R7Pkl_zswPfLDxSSDZR6OvUUVspInf1klTUC5JWnqmcAHeVWxl6POJxqOpGKOXFUZabmlVdZzGpPAcRJxIZ56HfD7VaIDRpeNwK/s1600-h/Torre+Eiffel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ42rvLv0Q8IzURbZvi9pAjwXbAqQNOscC9VB6wnMe7R7Pkl_zswPfLDxSSDZR6OvUUVspInf1klTUC5JWnqmcAHeVWxl6POJxqOpGKOXFUZabmlVdZzGpPAcRJxIZ56HfD7VaIDRpeNwK/s400/Torre+Eiffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029533275506123314" border="0" /></a>Intente huir de la típica foto descriptiva de la torre Eiffel optando por hacer algo más subjetivo.<br />Creo que un objeto, sea del tipo que sea, es él y aquello que lo rodea: La diferencia describe.Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-64526969690264521962007-02-09T05:55:00.000-08:002007-02-09T05:55:26.789-08:00Metro de Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCdjU1Z5WwFRYMCIYQ4LjGTsOrO5jaf3Ws5XcJwcb-vLiR4y6hJ54N9mGpVU5xi5yFVYJD3Hn6elFR3WrOAqhoEHqR8MxrzRkW3sI57mZJZ9MlqPTA7w6Qq-6uCXHLypISVIpbJG5qvdV/s1600-h/Metro+Paris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTW-g4Kbj0rY5BNfotowVsAU-KTut97BITXwNGaL2GNdObdCJ5hPeaxAPAJmlPJdbHhsLE4FgIzwoWchjzKGke3z-WGjGrrjI1u_zanhoyi6SQnFc-42KlgpGNPx2OX9TYXXr28zP9KpNU/s400/Cielo+de+Paris+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029532485232140802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLwls3JkapZtaJ2DIFQfAzsBt9WE7PWPaSXh2T8whhLODwes9KXB4cwBcFhKFs0N6uUK9h6FhKfN2P48O28g9f4Zv5uY98gsKo_jMKj3xUwVdUlq5VQdderVgRsFYPZ2nVWuzK_37pc2b/s1600-h/Cielo+de+Paris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLwls3JkapZtaJ2DIFQfAzsBt9WE7PWPaSXh2T8whhLODwes9KXB4cwBcFhKFs0N6uUK9h6FhKfN2P48O28g9f4Zv5uY98gsKo_jMKj3xUwVdUlq5VQdderVgRsFYPZ2nVWuzK_37pc2b/s400/Cielo+de+Paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029532485232140786" border="0" /></a>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-66147074023043167372007-01-05T04:14:00.000-08:002007-01-05T04:57:23.848-08:00El principio, el vacio de origen<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbxwf6uqXqNgItxzD1DGvkwkW7VphfWodFYF-5uk1Z7wg_D0KjM9f9yEVIUiOn1cJAcM7owERX8xIQ_bueYW_k0zomqfN9CSz5HESPFZeUmD1d2XvtpTCCq23VU_pyrRu2DiYGeqbOUsgl/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+05012007+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxq7exuX5B-_vnlBqRq14SQb8wluloEWaSI4twC5EHuwqqJcR6x3jLPaXu90T3Ys6h2JeXpNK04MPGa-G85vQJxRNOjBGnSOy9wXyEFPmXa62pe58j7NwvDM7odvrOzaNpiNV0cCKtnqr/s400/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+05012007+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016523031609410034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXQoU_GoAd54LDgCpNdvCctB8KRyhaq1hfuaGu1TP49er11C5fr8EyKR831l3nGp0k2I_1Sm48HD-Slj0koh_wpJw7wsOwI-3_ONy0Gq73xTKNjBr5T_wtNnQD-a4yNvvlxc9-C9IV988/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+05012007+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXQoU_GoAd54LDgCpNdvCctB8KRyhaq1hfuaGu1TP49er11C5fr8EyKR831l3nGp0k2I_1Sm48HD-Slj0koh_wpJw7wsOwI-3_ONy0Gq73xTKNjBr5T_wtNnQD-a4yNvvlxc9-C9IV988/s400/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+05012007+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016523035904377362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffl0HdErow_MqKOlD7npNtdil3MsJ1vrFZarklTsK0f_FlA_wAMZzr0-KNBxFpPmbK0-nlHSY_fmKob9n4LtPMIXOmDGg28c1KKof202YyWb2qZ3wwa4TZnCM7Yu4_mGd6u1363gCv_Sh/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+05012007+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffl0HdErow_MqKOlD7npNtdil3MsJ1vrFZarklTsK0f_FlA_wAMZzr0-KNBxFpPmbK0-nlHSY_fmKob9n4LtPMIXOmDGg28c1KKof202YyWb2qZ3wwa4TZnCM7Yu4_mGd6u1363gCv_Sh/s400/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+05012007+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016523040199344690" border="0" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzPeJT_a_udV4FMq8PB3LjfmWYyHfiqfLWInbP-_ybLuiZjkl4XXc-8BHd1abUQSgOBoqmAZmdFw8zX39pl3ao2iuMAzCdCnR4j0LwKd8s_tq9uCX-NEF2_NomTMpGR9SIXR6-HZ1tZUd/s400/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+05012007+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016523035904377378" border="0" /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> DETRÁS:</span> <a href="http://www.servisur.com/cultural/laotse/eltao.html"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">El principio, el vacio de origen</span></span></a><br /></div>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-62653192347427570712006-12-18T04:21:00.000-08:002006-12-18T04:37:48.178-08:00Hierba para el invierno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8qhUwd6eBbqz377tT6AyP_u5j5cuCA4DxBNoKTWmlAHyedHw1XnUSml-idOHGpkRM6lML870fXlEVsyH5r-57r81d0ONBqv108e4y3AJeMNNC_UyqOaxSESy3KXW1Zk9YbyQOqAgol42/s1600-h/Camino+de+Ponjos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8qhUwd6eBbqz377tT6AyP_u5j5cuCA4DxBNoKTWmlAHyedHw1XnUSml-idOHGpkRM6lML870fXlEVsyH5r-57r81d0ONBqv108e4y3AJeMNNC_UyqOaxSESy3KXW1Zk9YbyQOqAgol42/s400/Camino+de+Ponjos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009841693383502434" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Es una de las fotos que compondrán mi primer libro de fotografía. A Caelo ad terram.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Cuelgo ahora esta foto, que hice este verano, porque lo creo necesario.<br />El cielo de <span style="font-weight: bold;">diciembre </span>es gris y necesitamos recordar que todo puede ser de otra manera. Recordar que lo que vemos tiene otra apariencia, otra emoción.<br />Por este camino debió transitar mi abuelo. Todavía se advierten los carriles del carromato medieval conducido por dos bueyes colmado de hierba. Se preparaban para el invierno. Para <span style="font-weight: bold;">diciembre</span>. Ahora.<br /></span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-33317470352614000222006-11-27T05:01:00.000-08:002006-11-27T05:03:07.282-08:00Entrada del metro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/988851/Entrada_metro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/579460/Entrada_metro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-26473504727063787702006-11-23T04:37:00.000-08:002006-11-24T04:58:12.509-08:00Rastros (La Luz IV)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/413034/luces%20%283%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/811774/luces%20%283%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/783306/luces%20%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/978432/luces%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/20773/luces%20%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/380933/luces%20%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/441935/luces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/296176/luces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/298213/luces%20%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/413667/luces%20%284%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Siguen las investigaciones que ya expuse anteriormente en el blog de imagen: La Luz y el movimiento, de la hice un <a href="http://theyvith.blogspot.com/search/label/luz">video</a>. Cuelgo esta entrada en este blog porque trabaja la fotografía...<br />Estoy logrando darle más potencia: Tiempo, gesto, abstracción, etc.<br />Alguna tiene algo de una pintura de Gerhard Richter que vi en hace unos meses en el Caixa Forum.<br /></span></span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-35952128699035607452006-11-22T11:41:00.000-08:002006-12-01T04:47:38.369-08:00Sombra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/998831/sombra2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/469799/sombra2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Intento decir algo de la presencia humana y nuestro lugar en mundo. Siempre quise hacer esta foto que hacía tiempo rondaba por mi cabeza... Tendrá consecuencias.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/Sombras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/Sombras.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-71521915842640017792006-11-22T11:37:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:40:17.338-08:00Cesped<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/cesped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/cesped.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Está relacionada con la foto que hice de <a href="http://theyvith-foto.blogspot.com/2006/11/musgo.html">musgo</a>.</span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-62637329471033393292006-11-22T11:32:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:37:19.448-08:00Contraluz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/contraluz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/contraluz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A veces retoco los colores para asociarlos a mis propias experiencias.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Crecí en el barrio gótico, para mí, el horizonte y el cielo son un provilegio. Ésta es una especie de poesía visual.</span></span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-76713646680541406782006-11-22T11:28:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:32:15.847-08:00Texturas y sensaciones 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/texturas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/texturas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Lo mineral, lo orgánico. Lo sólido y lo quebrantanble. Lo suave y lo aspero.<br />El tiempo es necesario para valor.<br />El tiempo es necesario para ser feliz.</span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-67435401059459080952006-11-22T11:23:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:27:45.503-08:00Calles de Barcelona<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/calleluz01.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/calleluz01.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/calleluz02.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/calleluz02.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Hoy, a las 15:00, al lado de mi casa.<br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Pocas veces puedo disfrutar esta hora del día al aire libre, a la luz, porque trabajo. Es una hora de colores nostálgicos.</span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-18104070312378337032006-11-20T04:39:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:32:31.520-08:00Texturas y sensaciones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/784128/Lampara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/377243/Lampara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Es la foto de una lámpara. Me encantan las texturas y sensaciones lumínicas que tienen algunas cosas.</span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-2976395947761049512006-11-19T09:50:00.000-08:002006-11-19T10:22:50.948-08:00Sant Felip Neri: Fotos nocturnas<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/376751/sant_felip_neri.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/19799/sant_felip_neri03.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/34913/sant_felip_neri03.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/695091/sant_felip_neri02.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/708639/sant_felip_neri02.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Realizar fotos nocturnas con una cámara digital es harto problemático. Mi cámara se inventa los pixels de mala manera y saca unas fotos con un ruido terrible.<br />El mundo urbano se caracteriza por las lineas rectas. La luz nocturna permite construir por masas de claros y oscuros más facilmente. Odio el flash.</span><br /><br /><div></div>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-43233627649153854262006-11-18T11:29:00.000-08:002006-11-18T14:56:12.087-08:00Calle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/703955/calle2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/499833/calle2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >A veces necesito del Photoshop para llegar a la fotografía que busco.<br />Hay una geometría intrínsica en todo. Lo hago. No sé como llego, creo que debe ser intuitivo o practicado.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/167082/Calle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/882542/Calle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Estas son algunas pruebas de una nueva obra que tengo en mente. Será una asistencia por ordenador relacionada con "<a href="http://theyvith.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html">Liberté</a>", " <a href="http://theyvith.blogspot.com/2006/11/der-wille-zur-macht-fiat-voluntas-tua_06.html">Der Wille zur Macht" y "Fiat voluntas tua</a>". También estará relacionado con algunas entradas del blog de textos como "<a href="http://theyvithtexto.blogspot.com/2006/11/palabras-que-nos-faltan.html">Palabras que nos faltan</a>" y "<a href="http://theyvithtexto.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-lugar-y-los-seres-que-lo-habitamos.html">El lugar y los seres que lo habitamos</a>".<br /><br />La voy a titular "Gone to Coatoan"(ya explicaré). Va a ser bastante compleja.y plásticamente tratará de como las figuras humanas se ofuscan con la luz. Será la continuación natural de las obras que antes mencioné, tanto en concepto como en plástica.</span>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-89422740788395688572006-11-18T11:14:00.000-08:002006-11-24T04:59:50.326-08:00Rastros<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/809058/sin-t%3Ftulo%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/286537/sin-t%3Ftulo%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Esto está relacionado con algunas investigaciones de mi blog de imagen principal: <a href="http://theyvith.blogspot.com/2006/10/referencialidad-la-luz-iii.html">Referencialidad (La Luz III)</a>Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-4589453099412027902006-11-18T11:09:00.000-08:002006-11-18T11:13:03.588-08:00Agua<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/568452/agua.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/129059/agua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Tengo una KODAK EasyShare DX6490 de 4 megapíxels. Es una cámara no profesional que se me está quedando corta. A pesar de todo se le puede sacar partido.Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-66659855154148972142006-11-18T11:04:00.000-08:002006-11-18T11:06:45.829-08:00Ponjos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/44645/ponjos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/270794/ponjos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>El pasado está desapareciendo en Ponjos. Es erosionado lentamente por el paso del tiempo, suplantado por un presente que no reconoce el ayer.Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-38556510607473860962006-11-18T10:18:00.000-08:002006-11-18T10:25:26.136-08:00Musgo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/127489/Musgo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/447811/Musgo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Cuando hago una foto intento captar lo más posible con los mínimos elementos, ordenando el espacio y la composición. Creo que esto es debido a que pinto y me interesa la pintura...<br />O creo que siempre ha habido ese algo.<br />Cuando era pequeño prefería sentarme a ver la luz y las nubes, y desentrañar que significa algo para mí, que jugar a futbol con los demás niños en el recreo.Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219302110343916995.post-44069591485998057562006-11-18T10:13:00.000-08:002006-11-18T10:17:56.926-08:00Hoja marchita<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/1600/339838/hojas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3523/1125403089641591/400/844752/hojas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hay fotos que merecen ser tomadas por dos razones co-ligadas:<br />La belleza plástica que presientes antes de tomarla y la lírica intrinsica de lo que es retratado.<br />La poética que esta hoja marchita de roble es sobrecojedora. Hay algo de decadente y a la vez épico. No lo sabría explicar con meras palabras.Theyvithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10267116927132727270noreply@blogger.com0