pepe fuentes

July the seventh II: yesterday's picture won't make history. For sure. It can clearly be bettered. It took me three hours to walk the route with my camera (without the camera, only one). I didn't take memorable photographs, but as with the philosophical bird which gets the help of the water to think, for me, the camera and the river are the perfect combination to let my remembrances emerge. During years, in my adolescence, I also strolled almost daily, along this bank. It was then a sinuous path, between wild and capricious vegetation. My dog always accompanied me, a cinnamon mastiff, big and combative which we called Farolín. My dog loved me and looked at me with attention and that was important to me because, at least during some hours of the day, I felt observed with interest...