https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/...c7505ac0_k.jpgschool bus cayman islands by Tony Walton, on Flickr
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Unusual view of a school bus! Interesting color contrast!
I liked this solitary to me almost desolate minimalist landscape!
Loved this sign and the contrast with the Cayman landscape.What has to stop is left to the imagination of the reader.
Diner looks confy, allbeit empty. I liked the different shades of blue and the unkempt vegetation.
Two views.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/...08e47fcf_k.jpgTwo things. by Tony Walton, on Flickr
Tony, I didn´t identify the object on the left.
Ha, true. Brazil always had the coolest payphones, those orelhões - they were especially cool when i was a kid. I'd go out of my way to make a call from one. Interesting back story: Chu Ming Silveira (April 4, 1941 – June 18, 1997) was a Chinese Brazilian architect and designer, creator of the Orelhão telephone booth.
Brazil's payphones are the coolest LOOKING phones in the world. They're lovely to look at. Using them was a different experience entirely. But I will say this, public phones in the United States of America were even worse! At least I thought so.
But the design of the Brazilian public phones was great. You could talk on the phone and be in the shade, even a little bit protected from some light rain. Great idea! Great design! But, they didn't always work very good. And sometimes I took out my frustration on the public phones in Brazil and made them even worse. I used to have trouble with my temper back then. Then again, I did some pretty mean things to public phones in the USA as well. I'm sorry for blabbering so much. I miss Brazil. I miss Brazil with all my heart. I hate Brazil. I love Brazil.
I wanted to paste two pics of "orelhões" here but those posting icons don´t appear any more.
It makes me want to travel by plane again. But as usual the plane looks deserted as if it was flying by itself without passengers or crew.
Lol, yes!
"I was born at the age of 33 on the day Christ died; I was born at the
Equinox, under the hydrangeas and the aeroplanes in the heat.
I had the soulful gaze of a pigeon, a tunnel, a sentimental motorcar. I
heaved sighs like an acrobat.
My father was blind and his hands were more wonderful than the night.
I love the night, the hat of every day.
The night, the night of day, from one day to the next.
My mother spoke like the dawn, like blimps about to fall. Her hair was
the color of a flag and her eyes were full of far-off ships.
One day, I gathered up my parachute and said: “Between two swallows
and a star.” Here death is coming closer like the earth to a falling balloon.
My mother embroidered abandoned tears on the first rainbows.
And now my parachute drops from dream to dream through the spaces
of death."
Vicente Huidobro-Altazor
https://www.pequeñodios.cl/wp-conten...LINGUE-web.pdf
I liked specially the picture of the girl contrasting with the background and this self assured bather:D!
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/...7bb82b75_k.jpgcayman islands by Tony Walton, on Flickr
True, true - funny how people come to this wall and ponder. But they do.
A beautiful color combination, Tony! And every man is an island!