Sunday, 6 September 2009
Susan Sontag's grave, Montparnasse
Something dies within us when we learn of someone's death. Luckily for writers and artists in general there is always the remaining work which will live a lot longer than their physical presence.
A couple of summers ago while in Paris I decided to visit the Cemetery of Montparnasse. There I found many known names and a great number of unknowns. I was specifically looking for this grave of the great American novelist and critic.
And whilst standing before the imposing black stone of her tomb I could not help but let the mind wander, and pondered about our finite amount of days on this earth; of our wasting time on futile exercises and of how we could have written a better novel of our lives had we pursued our dreams with more faith and dedication.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
La abuela y el nieto, Riobamba
Esta imagen hace parte de una serie más extensa tomada durante el mes de Agosto de año 2000 en Ecuador, en particular en la ciudad de Riobamba. En ella aparece una abuela y su nieto en la plaza de mercado de la mencionada ciudad.
Lazarillo, Tulcán, Ecuador - Aug 2000
Este niño acompañaba a su padre que es ciego, por las calles de Tulcán, Ecuador. Allí los pude fotografiar a ambos por separado. El niño, a más de lazarillo actúa como acompañante de su padre que toca la guitarra, tocando su instrumento.
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