tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183507292011-04-22T02:21:28.652+02:00It`s all about colour, light and shape. Se trata de color, luz y forma.JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-12474322855930135442008-07-25T21:00:00.004+02:002008-07-25T21:20:34.943+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/SIom0kW-p2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7JSPunkeEkw/s1600-h/DSCN6864.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/SIom0kW-p2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7JSPunkeEkw/s320/DSCN6864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227033002071992162" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">La "piscina sagrada" de Sulis, de dónde surgen las aguas termales en Bath, Somerset.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-1247432285593013544?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-39663035704824724002008-07-25T20:44:00.004+02:002008-07-25T20:50:07.609+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/SIofg94aKnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LqmgwEz-gcQ/s1600-h/DSCN7069.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/SIofg94aKnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LqmgwEz-gcQ/s320/DSCN7069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227024968744315506" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">El Biodome  visto desde el observatorio del parque olímpico de Montreal. El futuro ya estuvo aquí hace 32 años.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-3966303570482472400?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-44600343625727334572007-07-13T18:34:00.000+02:002007-07-13T18:43:57.456+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/RpeqZAE5CPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sPRMx-exl5M/s1600-h/DSCN5905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/RpeqZAE5CPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sPRMx-exl5M/s320/DSCN5905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086721650632231154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nikko es una localidad no muy lejana a Tokyo, que se caracteriza por un extraordinario conjunto de templos y santuarios en medio de un frondoso paisaje forestal. La foto tiene su miga: al frente un Tori, esas puerta caracteristica de los santuarios sintoistas; detrás, una pagoda de 5 pisos muy común en los templos budistas. Estos japoneses conviven los cultos como nadie.</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-4460034362572733457?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-90392884094514672822007-05-15T10:07:00.000+02:002007-05-15T10:12:22.233+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/RklquTi7I8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2XibwoQlwQI/s1600-h/DSCN5517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/RklquTi7I8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2XibwoQlwQI/s200/DSCN5517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064696599708115906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Cinco menos cuarto. Big Ben. Lo valioso es ese cielo azul.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-9039288409451467282?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-34246304352712170482007-05-15T09:55:00.000+02:002007-05-15T10:02:58.815+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/RkloHTi7I7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-bVeF_uHNY/s1600-h/DSCN5634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiVynIC02DI/RkloHTi7I7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-bVeF_uHNY/s320/DSCN5634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064693730669962162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Banner no intencionado en este blog, resulta demasiado tentador caer en el señuelo de Picadilly Circus. Minúsculo frente a Times Square, pero quizá más efectivo publicitariamente... Sanyo, TDK, Coca-Cola.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-3424630435271217048?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1168290839993703892007-01-08T22:05:00.000+01:002007-01-08T22:15:06.450+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5778/1793/1600/253905/DSCN5321.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5778/1793/320/585481/DSCN5321.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Santa María del Naranco, símbolo románico de la Asturias del siglo XXI se erige a las afueras la ciudad oventense, ofreciendose a los turistas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-116829083999370389?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1159178268655403642006-09-25T11:49:00.000+02:002006-09-25T11:57:48.670+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN4984.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/DSCN4984.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Broadway con la 23"</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">El Flatiron fue el primer rascacielos neoyorkino. Ahora resulta minúsculo con respecto a los demás, pero presume de forma y fondo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115917826865540364?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1159176760119493792006-09-25T11:26:00.000+02:002006-09-25T11:32:40.120+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN4900.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN4900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Liberty"</span></span><br />La estatua francesa es el mayor símbolo de América. Majestuosa.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115917676011949379?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1159176094063071552006-09-25T11:13:00.000+02:002006-09-25T11:21:34.063+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN4866.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/DSCN4866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"El Kernel"</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Llegar a Times Square es llegar al nucleo del sistema capitalista, el símbolo de la publicidad, el imperio del plasma.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115917609406307155?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1159175422972589622006-09-25T10:57:00.000+02:002006-09-25T11:12:12.650+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN4796.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/DSCN4796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >"La Cima"</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">El Empire State Building fue terminado poco tiempo después que el edificio Chrysler, quitando a éste el liderazgo mundial en altura. Se convirtió en ese momento en el mejor mirador para el Chrysler, nuestro edificio preferido.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115917542297258962?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1157488366968579612006-09-05T22:24:00.000+02:002006-09-05T22:32:46.983+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/RSCN4527.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/RSCN4527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>"<span style="font-weight: bold;">Tricolor</span>"<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Habían pasado 2 dias desde el cabezazo Zidane.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115748836696857961?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1157487460274298132006-09-05T22:10:00.000+02:002006-09-05T22:17:40.296+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN4568.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN4568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Quién fué"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">En el Camposanto de Pisa, lejos del ajetreo de la torre inclinada, junto al sepulcro de Fibonachi, hay una tumba de marmol con la escultura de una joven.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115748746027429813?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1157486913467060152006-09-05T21:52:00.000+02:002006-09-05T22:08:33.483+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN4466.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/400/DSCN4466.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >"David"</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">El auténtico está encerrado en la Accademia, protegido del clima, protegido de los flashes al grito de "no photo, no photo". La copia está en la plaza, a la luz, desprotegido pero libre.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115748691346706015?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1151259806082061702006-06-25T20:14:00.000+02:002006-06-25T20:23:26.106+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN3518.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN3518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Claustro"<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">En Santillana del Mar, en el claustro, cada capitel tiene una historia.</span><br /></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-115125980608206170?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1140729138579032712006-02-23T22:02:00.000+01:002006-02-23T22:12:18.580+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN3234.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN3234.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">"Escultura, sobre azul"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">El león resulta ser uno de los símbolos de la ciudad. Solitario, a su aire, sabiéndose poderoso, más por su buen aspecto que por otra cosa. Porque Venecia es siempre solitaria al final del día; y va asu aire (o a su agua), sin coches ni ruido ni humo. Y es que además es esplendorosa, ¡quién se resite a Venecia!. Aunque puede que sea todo una fachada, una máscara. Como esas esculturas faciales en la fachada del Palacio Ducal. ¿Qué expresión es esa, sino la de una máscara? La máscara veneciana, carnavelesca.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-114072913857903271?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1140728489786504262006-02-23T21:55:00.000+01:002006-02-23T22:01:29.786+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN3230.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/DSCN3230.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">"Desayuno frente a góndolas"</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Resulta reconfortante la visión de estas barcas mientras va abriéndose el día, de forma adecuada, con ese capuccino en la mano y esas flores en el balcón. Rojas, claro.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-114072848978650426?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1140728041124532972006-02-23T21:47:00.000+01:002006-02-23T21:55:04.790+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN3215.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN3215.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <strong>"Las Dos Caras de Venecia"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Mientras ya anochece en la Venecia de Casanova, aún se resiste el día en la Venecia de San Marcos. Capitalismo /Catolicismo. Carnaval/Misa. República/Dux. Etc</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-114072804112453297?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1138556966618779092006-01-29T18:41:00.000+01:002006-02-05T12:12:58.666+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/debod.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/debod.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN3126.jpg"></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">"Debod"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">El agua sigue marcando el detino del templo. Las aguas del artificial lago Nasser provocaron su cambio de continente y ahora un estanque duplica su imagen en la noche, frente a rosales.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">(Retoques de Kaiko)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113855696661877909?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1135884209195920692005-12-29T20:10:00.000+01:002005-12-29T20:23:29.223+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN3014.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN3014.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">"La manzana de Ainhoa"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">El manzanuco esta sostenido por la base y llama la atención ¿verdad?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113588420919592069?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1134819551029397392005-12-17T12:33:00.000+01:002005-12-17T12:39:11.040+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN2997.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/400/DSCN2997.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> "Maternidad"</span></strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">El día 4 de Diciembre nació Valero.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113481955102939739?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1133035042265384762005-11-26T20:52:00.000+01:002005-11-26T20:57:22.280+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN0886.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/400/DSCN0886.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>"Luces de Navidad" </strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">El año pasado en el Paseo de Gracia.</span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113303504226538476?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1132086099197886482005-11-15T21:15:00.000+01:002005-11-15T21:23:27.863+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN2924.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/400/DSCN2924.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>"Vino"</strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">El museo provincial del vino de la ciudad de Peñafiel en Valladolid está situado en un impresionante castillo, con forma de navío, herencia del Infante Don Juan Manuel.</span></em><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113208609919788648?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1131478849784137162005-11-08T20:34:00.000+01:002005-11-08T20:40:49.796+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN1045.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/400/DSCN1045.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>" Gaitero"</strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN1045.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">En la Navidad de 2004 corrió la sidra.</span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113147884978413716?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1131268083474211182005-11-06T10:02:00.000+01:002005-11-06T10:08:03.480+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/RSCN2744.0.jpg"><strong><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/RSCN2744.0.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> "Schweppes, de día"</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Inspirada en la Kaiko.</span><br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113126808347421118?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1131126165448257752005-11-04T18:36:00.000+01:002005-11-04T18:42:45.463+01:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/18280004.0.jpg"><strong><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/18280004.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> "Zoco de Al-Khalili"</strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de Marol</span></div><div align="right"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113112616544825775?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1131105839688214072005-11-04T12:42:00.000+01:002005-11-04T13:03:59.696+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/Imagen%20065.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/Imagen%20065.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Luz"<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn<br /></span> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">En las profundidades del Cairo Copto, peque</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ño refugio cristiano en las entrañas del Islam, la luz penetra en el maltrecho templo. Sin trucos de photoshop.</span></span></div> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113110583968821407?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130860210052972102005-11-01T16:41:00.000+01:002005-11-01T16:51:10.320+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN1951.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/DSCN1951.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>"Arcos"</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Al menos 10 arcos se aprecian en esta instantánea del claustro de la catedral de Coimbra.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113086021005297210?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130589100970988192005-10-29T14:25:00.000+02:002005-10-29T14:33:43.426+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN1458.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/DSCN1458.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>"Home, pt2"<br /></strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>'And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life- It’s like I just stepped outside, When everything was going right, And I know just why you could not Come along with me, But this was not your dream, But you always believed in me. Another winter day, has come And gone away, And even Paris and Rome, And I wanna go home, Let me go home' [from Michael Bublé's song]</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113058910097098819?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130587267183738342005-10-29T13:53:00.000+02:002005-10-29T14:01:07.183+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/Nubios-02.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/Nubios-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>"3 camellos"</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">¿Qué es Nubia? ¿El apendice del Egipto faraónico? ¿La periferia inundada del Egipto de Nasser? ¿Por qué dicen que son tan guapos? Al menos los camellos siguen siendo camellos.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113058726718373834?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130586583720745502005-10-29T13:46:00.000+02:002005-10-29T13:49:43.726+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/18300034.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/18300034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>"Alma de Egipto"</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de Marol</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113058658372074550?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130579786922948922005-10-29T11:49:00.000+02:002005-10-29T11:56:26.923+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/Imagen%20006.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/Imagen%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><strong>"Almenas"</strong></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">El sol del amanecer empieza a iluminar la muralla del castillo.</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113057978692294892?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130579108818617992005-10-29T11:38:00.000+02:002005-10-29T11:47:23.870+02:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN2096.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN2096.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>"La huella"</strong></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Anochece irremisiblemente en el centro financiero de Varsovia. Imponente palacio de las ciencias y las artes. ¿Soviético? Claro.</span></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113057910881861799?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130578558593142922005-10-29T11:30:00.000+02:002005-10-29T11:36:53.206+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/Karnak-16.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/Karnak-16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>"El faraón y el obelisco"</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">El sol de la mañana egipcia dibuja la sombra del busto faraónico en un rincón de Karnak. El obelisco presencia la escena. Los focos rompen la armonía.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113057855859314292?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130425112543552472005-10-27T16:57:00.000+02:002005-10-27T17:11:10.300+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN2708.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/200/DSCN2708.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Espejo Nautico"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">El mar insiste en reflejar al barco, en avisar de la presencia del intruso. ¿O quizás pretende mostrarnos a su invitado y nos propone acompañarlo?<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113042511254355247?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130424551343151282005-10-27T16:40:00.000+02:002005-10-27T16:49:11.350+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN2680.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN2680.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Anochecer en el Mar Menor"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía realizada por Montse Oliva.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Representación de lo efímero. ¿Qué representa el arco? ¿Y la escalera al mar? Un arco, una escalera, el mar, el anochecer. Una alegoría del otoño de la vida, enmarcada en el otoño decadente de La Manga, zona fantasmal en estas fechas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113042455134315128?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18350729.post-1130412130139634962005-10-27T13:17:00.000+02:002005-10-27T17:14:11.170+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/1600/DSCN2664.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5778/1793/320/DSCN2664.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Flor de Octubre"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía de JuanAn</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >El faro del Cabo de Palos no puede competir en belleza con una simple florecilla, a pesar de su tamaño y de su altura de miras. Incluso la cámara se niega a enfocarlo.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18350729-113041213013963496?l=abanades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JuanAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262326460567981480noreply@blogger.com1