All entries for Monday 13 November 2006
November 13, 2006
Writing about web page http://www.flickr.com/photos/danielzolli/
Who is Daniel Zolli? The truth is, I don’t really know.
This is how the internet works. I know he is male, 23, and comes from Wroclaw, Poland. But I don’t really know who he is, or rather, I really don’t know who he is. All I assume is that he likes to travel, and that he takes really good photos if they are really his.
The photos on the webpage I’m reviewing here are taking in, among other places, the Ukraine, Spain, Germany, Georgia (and I don’t mean the American state) and Spain. They feature nature, cities, people, things. As much as their theme is dispersed, all photos are united in the use of colour and kind of travellishness.
The photo posted here shows us a downtown street in Andorra de Veilla, Andorra’s capital.
Friday afternoon we set off towards the mountains, a rather international company, two Germans, a Japanese girl, an Argentinian guy, two Dutch, and our Catalan guide-in-friend. The drive there by car actually took much longer than I thought (3,5 hrs), but was completely worth the long sit. Our little village by the side of a valley road lived up to my most amazing imaginations. Old stone houses by the side of a wild river. I love the mountains, especially the Pyrenees.
The Park Aiguastortes that we went to on Saturday is one of Spain’s most spectacular mountain parks. We hiked up to 2500 metres, amidst rocky peaks and high lakes, at more than 1 km, another at 1500 m, then another at 2200 m. Then on Sunday we visited a village that had been abandoned since the fourties, on the top of a pre-mountain hill. All doors were open, and it had something magical to walk through empty houses and suddenly open the door to a grapevined balcony looking out over the valley; or an empty abandoned church that might well be over two hundred years old.
I really didn’t want to go back to Barcelona last night but rather stay there for weeks discovering more and more impressive nature. As our car carefully descended the narrow and scary path to a local high point, I looked out over the valley, where the sun was setting and the sky had turned pink. And then we went home.