Barcelona Marina
Barcelona Marina
Marina Port neighborhood is around the current Paseo de la Zona Franca next to the harbor.
The Port of Barcelona has a 2000-year history and great contemporary commercial importance as one of Europe’s ports in the Mediterranean, as well as Catalonia‘s largest port, tying with Tarragona. It is divided into three zones: Port Vell (the Old Port), the commercial/industrial port and the logistics port (Barcelona Free Port).
The Port Vell area comprises two marinas or yacht harbors, a fishing port, a maritime station for ferries travelling to the Balearic Islands and other destinations in the Mediterranean and other stations or landing areas for cruise ships, and it abuts the industrial port.
More info: Wikipedia
Ruins
Weekly Photo Challenge: Half and Half
This image that has two clear halves. I take a photo with an explicit dividing diagonal line .
This photo shows medieval ruins in San Pere de Rodas, in the province of Girona (Catalonia). The half left side shows the cloudy sky. The right side, the ruins on the hill.
Another view of the ruins with a different editing:
Ruins
Pont Royal. Paris bridge
The Pont Royal is a bridge crossing the river Seine in Paris. It is the third oldest bridge in Paris, after the Pont Neuf and the Pont Marie. Thanks to Sherry Lynn Felix for helping me with the name of the bridge.
The Seine is a 776-kilometre (482 mi) long river and an important commercial waterway within the Paris Basin in the north of France.
There are 37 bridges within Paris and dozens more spanning the river outside the city. The river is only 24 metres (79 ft) above sea level 446 kilometres (277 mi) from its mouth, making it slow flowing and thus easily navigable.
The river is a popular site for both suicides and the disposal of bodies of murder victims. In 2007, 55 bodies were retrieved from its waters; in February 2008, the body of supermodel-turned-activist Katoucha Niane was found there.
More info: Wikipedia
Reflected palms
As you can guess, these reflected palm trees belong to a golf course. It is located in the area of Murcia (Spain).
I don’t play golf, and I don’t like the amount of water wasted on maintenance, but the course was beautiful. I liked those palms reflected on water and the green color.
Reflected palms
On the way to Teruel
Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Way
This is my entry to this week topic. It’s a photography taken on the way to Teruel, a small town located in eastern Spain.
The long straight and the wonderful sky caught my attention. I hope you like it too.
On The Way Home
On The Way Home
I saw myself bursting
with light in a town so
small, and in that moment
i wanted to photograph my
soul.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
Thames under bridge
A contribution to the Leanne Cole Photography MM 2-12: Monochrome Madness 2-12.
Thames is best known for flowing through London, but the river also flows alongside other towns and cities, like Oxford, Reading, Henley-on-Thames, and Windsor. This foto is taken in London. Some day I’d like to flow all the river.
The River’s Tale (prehistoric)
TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew –
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told…
If you want the whole tale, read it at The Kipling Society
Flying In The Sky
I Am Flying In The Sky – Poem by Chesa Sake
I am flying in the air.
I am flying by the sun.
I will reach for the sky.
And fly above the sun.
I am going high.
I am reaching the limit.
I will fly.
Above the sky.
I will meat you there.
I will sore through the clouds.
I will brake through the door.
I will find you there.
Right by the door.
And you said.
Lets fly high.
Above the sky.
Plese do not ligh.
Lets go flying.
In the sky.
Chesa Sake
sailing under the rain in Venice
This picture was taken a rainy day in the waters of this wonderful city that is Venice.
I was curious to see these Venetian sailing with their umbrellas in the rain.
Venice is a city in northeastern Italy sited on a group of 117 small islands separated by canals and linked by bridges and certainly its inhabitants seem accustomed to water wherever it comes …
sailing under the rain in Venice
Balcony
Rustic balcony of a rural house in the village of Rupit
Balcony detail
Rupit is a municipality in the comarca of Osona (Barcelona province) in Catalonia.
If traditional rainfed agriculture (cereals, legumes, potatoes, corn and fodder) and livestock (cattle and pigs) were the foundations of the economy, today tourism, attracted by the quaintness of the town, is the main source rich with a multitude of shops and restaurants that host numerous visitors and summer weekend.
Rupit. Catalonia
Early Bird
“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.”
Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
“What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?”
Margaret Atwood
Early Bird
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”
Jo Walton
the boat
Quiet Waters – Poem by Lee John Siebritz
Memories of happy times
Flood my head
As the boat rocks on and on…
Kids are laughing
Kids are smiling
Enjoying the blue skies
As the wind angrily
Blows the waves against the boat.
A moment of stillness fills my mind
As I think of Cape Town
My birthplace, my home, my life.
I can’t help but feel sad
As flashbacks of the past
Pop into my mind.
Watching these kids being happy
Makes me feel sad
As it takes me back
When that was once in my life.
I am happy where I am
I am happy in my soul
But the little boy’s life
Was cut off so soon.
Nights of terror.
Nights of the unknown
That little child
Had to mature quickly
Or die young.
The boats jerks
Kids plague me for a picture.
I smile though the pain
I smile through the heartache
They are happy
I am sad
I wish I could be like them
But that time has passed me by.
As we pass the
Last turn off
I feel a sense of peace.
Maybe it is my late grandmother
Speaking to me.
“Forget the past”
“Move on with your life”
“So that you can be happy”
I have to follow the star in my heart
For years its light has faded
Over the years it has dimmed
I hope it returns for me to move on…
Again, the boat jerks
My stomach turns
I feel my inside trying to come up.
But soon we arrive at our destiny.
I say goodbye to the mountains
To the trees
I am thankful to God that
I have lived another day.
And so my journey continues…
This is the last Post of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge.
Bird
Bird
Birds of sunfall
Birds of sunfall passing in my eyes
Far off in the patterns of storm clouds,
How I wish to freeze you in my thoughts
And paint my poem on skies of yours.
Birds of sunfall singing your song
Pouring o’er hues at the trees of fall,
How I wish to flutter with you beside
And douse my wings at silent shores…
by Dinesh
bCL Photography 