I live in a very old neighborhood called Casco Viejo. Everything there is a contrast of new and old and rich and poor. Everytime I walk along the old dilapidated houses I think of the people they might've once contained, or the huge flirtsy dresses they might've worn. I wonder how life could've been. My imagination goes wild.
Everything has a story, we just have to have our eyes wide enough to be able to see them. When I think about myself I think of a small little pebble trying to make a change in the world. Everything that I see astounds me, and everything that I learn makes me a better person. The way I see everything sometimes shocks me and other times helps me understand everything better. I find it easier to take pictures of the parts I like about my life than of the ones I don`t like, but doesn`t this happen to everybody?
Here are some pictures I took the other day hope you enjoy!
Everything has a story, we just have to have our eyes wide enough to be able to see them. When I think about myself I think of a small little pebble trying to make a change in the world. Everything that I see astounds me, and everything that I learn makes me a better person. The way I see everything sometimes shocks me and other times helps me understand everything better. I find it easier to take pictures of the parts I like about my life than of the ones I don`t like, but doesn`t this happen to everybody?
Here are some pictures I took the other day hope you enjoy!