Feb 28th, 2014, Barcelona
ISO 400, 62mm FX, f7.1, 1/1600s
Who is the one, who owns the crown in being a genius of decorating architecture way over the top? Antonio Gaudi!
(as usual, you can see the photo enlarged, when clicking in it)
There are many more stories to tell, and many photos more to show (and even to take). During our days in this city with a large history we were able to scratch the surface a little bit. We collected some impressions, visited some (in our opinion) important places. But, all of these is nothing compared to the history, collected over the centuries. In my opinion, one can travel on and on, and every time walking through the streets of Barcelona, she can find new places telling new stories. Just like any other place, too!
In this final post on Barcelona I assembled some photos taken in the former olympic area, the Ciutadella Park and the archaeological excavation area with remains from the ancient roots of the city.
Next week, I’m going to start my next series. It is on Iceland, as I already mentioned.
Inside St. Maria del mar I captured this nice sun ray coming inside from one of the stained glass windows.
I’ve posted some more photos from this church last Thursday.
This is my contribution to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness.
(as always: click on the photo to see them in a bigger size)
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As you can see, this church is old and is used by the mariners. Before sailing in other countries, the mariners came here to pray for a good journey, good sailing winds, good businesses, no dangers and a well coming home.
This church is quite hidden between the old houses here in the tiny roads. It was a victim of several severe fires. So, not all painted glass windows are still in place. But, the remaining ones will give you an idea of the skills of the window painters, who created those windows.
This beach isn’t old. It was reconstructed of the 1992, held in Barcelona. This wonderful beach is located directly at the old town of the city. Follow the street La Rambla downhill and you reach the ocean. Once, Barcelona was crossed by a river. But, the river was most of the time (almost always) without water. Thus, they transformed the riverbed to a street: La Rambla! And this broad street leads you to the harbor and the marina, both located at the ocean.
During this cold, wet and dark time of the year, here in the northern hemisphere, a little bit of color and warmth is very welcome. So, enjoy!
When I put this photo from Barcelona online on G+, I got a comment from a Russian Woman, Ирина Остапенко (Irina Ostapenko). By using the integrated translator, I was able to understand her writing, although the translation wasn’t perfect (like almost always).
Now, I tried to translate it into English.
Like sand slips though your fingers,
or time from previous lives – all in vain.
You know, a little life does not happen,
Just all depends on you.
Like water spilled from the mountains flow
It was gone and did not return.
For you let it be a life lesson
Paving the way of error.
As the fire burns around obstacles
All that was passing will fly away.
The past is no longer necessary to keep,
You repent, may God forgive.
Wind opens your door wide-
The Soul set free to walk.
Water running through the sand will wash away the sins of all,
So, she does not die in the fire …
I guess, my translation isn’t perfect. Just in case, someone of you is able to write a better translation, feel free, you can find it below.
I feel, the idea in this text fits perfectly to our current situation: between 2 years. 2014 is nearly over but left memories, 2015 is around the edge and bears hopes and wishes.
Here is the original text:
Как ПЕСОК сквозь пальцы убегает,
Время прожитое – прожито все зря.
Знаешь, мало жизни не бывает,
Просто все зависит от тебя.
Как ВОДА прольется с гор потоком,
Было и обратно не вернуть.
Для тебя пусть будет жизнь уроком,
Из ошибок выстилая путь.
Как ОГОНЬ сожжет вокруг преграды,
Все что было мимо пролетит.
Прошлое держать уже не надо,
Ты покайся, может Бог простит.
ВЕТЕР настежь дверь твою откроет –
Душу выпусти на волю погулять.
Сквозь ПЕСОК ВОДА грехи все смоет,
Чтобы ей в ОГНЕ не погибать…