I find them fascinating, crop fields changing color, getting golden, their smell at sunset, the ears swinging to the breeze. Love them.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
trigo
Me fascinan los campos de trigo, como van cambiando el color, como huelen al anochecer, como las espigas van despuntando y balanceándose con la bisa.
I find them fascinating, crop fields changing color, getting golden, their smell at sunset, the ears swinging to the breeze. Love them.
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I find them fascinating, crop fields changing color, getting golden, their smell at sunset, the ears swinging to the breeze. Love them.
Friday, June 14, 2013
el caracol. The tiny snail.
La diferencia la marca este caracolito que se mecía en la espiga verde. Parecía que se iba a caer, pero ahí estaba, aferrado, pasando la tarde. Me llamó la atención, tan pequeñito y tan cuco.
The tiny snail makes the difference. It was so cosy there just swinging. It looked like it was going to fall off, but there it was, and it made my day. I fell in love with it.
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