Or “How did I go from meaning to post about Arequipa to post about the rooftop”
The other day I was reading a post from a fellow blogger (if you are curious about which one click here) and she posted some pictures of her trip. There was one in particular she didn`t remember exactly the place and I didn`t remember the name of the place so I promised her to send a picture to refresh her memory (and mine).
The photo in question had been taken in Arequipa and I happened to be there in 2009. It was one of the most beautiful cities (if not the most) I visited in that trip. I thought it a good idea to write about that city and show you, and especially her, the pictures.
Thing is that I`ve never found a method to organize my pictures. I tried albums, I tried CD`s or DVD`s, I tried to keep them organized somehow. But I`ve failed. Last attempt was to buy an external disk and, little by little, I`m copying all the pictures I have here and there. But I have my notebook, the computer at work, pendrives, CD`s, DVD`s and sometimes I have the same album in two or three places. It`s not that easy to copy everything in that external disk.
If somebody knows about a method that works to organize the pictures, please, share it with me. I`ll really appreciate it.
I did not find the pictures of Arequipa but I found these pictures of the rooftop at my parent`s place. They were taken in 2008 and they are not particularly beautiful or particularly good. But I`m posting them here because they are part of a story I wanted to share with you. Arequipa unrelated.
The rooftop was a very important place of the house. My mother used to grow her plants (she had a green finger). My father used to barbecue (he was considered an expert in that area) and I used to go chat with my friends in summer, or sunbathe, or read a book or just sit there looking at the stars at night. By the year 2008, the rooftop was abandoned. My parents couldn`t go up the stairs and my task when I visited them was to water the few plants left.
But as usual, I found another reason to go to the rooftop. Photography. I had bought my first camera a few months before and I was discovering a new whole world. That rooftop was an endless source of inspiration, with all its textures and funny shapes and objects that very soon were going to disappear. My parents never understood why it took me so long to water just a few plants.
Now, seeing these pictures, I feel the need to go back and photograph it again. I know that it`s the last goodbye, that I`ll never be able to take pictures there again. The house will be sold very soon. And the new owners will start their own story.
Does it sound weird to you?