Holy Friday. While the more respectable family members went to Church, my niece Cathy, her boyfriend Julian and yours truly went on a Street Art Safari in the meanest streets of Bogotá. Julian at the wheel. I rode shotgun. Cathy had her own camera at the ready. And a handle on the baseball bat under the seat. Just in case. Above: “Rage”. Bogotá, Colombia, Holy week 2018.
Holy cow. On carrera 36. 36th Avenue. Think Bronx in the seventies… 🙂
Bridge over troubled water.
T’as d’beaux yeux tu sais. You have pretty eyes you know? Jean Gabin to Michèle Morgan in Quai des brumes by Marcel Carné, 1938.
Lemme outta here!
Unfortunately, rain was a constant threat that day. Cloudy skies all the time. Bad light. Darn. Bad for the colours.
Prohibido parquear. Absolutely no parking. (Wouldn’t dream of it)
Als so spracht Zarathustra. So spake Zarahtustra. (SpAke? Really?)
Hay futuro? Is there (a) future? By Toxicomano. (Seen his art in the previous post)
To every season turn, turn, turn… After a few unwanted turns we found ourselves in those streets. With scavengers sorting out paper and garbage. Oh-some!
El tigre y la niñita. The little girl and the tiger.
Paseo cementerio. The graveyard tour. Jaguar dealer. Seriously? A jaguar dealer in those parts?
La gata golosa. We then went back “up” to the mountains of Bogotá and “better” neighbourhoods. 20th avenue. (The gourmet cat)
Study in blue. On 7th Avenue. (c)ourtesy my niece Cathy. For some strange reason, a dozen of my photos turned into B&W at some point. Weirdest stuff. Photography rule #31: always bring back-up.
Join me for coffee?
Thank you for hopping along on Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle. Y’all have a great week-end y’hear?