All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

Oscar Wilde

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Where's the rabbit

A mailbox on the outside of a portal adorned by some street "artist". You often see where I live […]

Where's the rabbit

Minimal

I like sunsets. Especially when there are some clouds. The sky must be partly cloudy with the […]

Minimal

Waiting room

Message in a park. Walking I came across that bench in a park. Although the strikethrough […]

Waiting room

Looking at the sea, I had a dream

On the Atlantic coast of Galicia. I have no idea what that shoe was doing there. With that […]

Looking at the sea, I had a dream

Floor

From the ground. A classic between motives and perspectives. Low level from the floor of a […]

Floor

Rest

Walking through the Tierno Galván park, late and with very few people. From the highest part of […]

Rest

Selfie

A street occurrence. I was surprised by the tattoo. Of several captures while walking, I think […]

Selfie

Ups!

At first glance I liked the puppet. And when it came to focusing the camera I tried to look like […]

Ups!

Hand

Walking through Ourense we find a sculpture, which you see. In the original photo is Eva in […]

Hand

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