In Caracas, when you look up, you see two things: the blue of the sky -sometimes tenuous, sometimes intense: everything depends on how smiling the sun is- and you also see the "hill El Ávila" ("cerro El Ávila"), as it is known popularly since time immemorial, back in the 18th century.
One Saturday morning, after several drizzles of cold dawns, you walk along the slightly steep Los Mangos street, Los Dos Caminos, east of Caracas, and, to take a breath of fresh, pure air, tender as a vegetable, You decide to look up; You stop, close your eyes, breathe: it is at that moment, when you open your eyes, when you stare at this beautiful image of the emblematic "montain range El Ávila", one of the most important national parks of the country (declared in 1958), officially called 'Waraira Repano' (2010), term of the native language of the Caribe Ethnicity. According to experts, it means 'big mountain range' ('Sierra Grande', in Spanish). I do not know if they see it, but that white scarf woven with threads of oxygen from the most exquisite atmospheric zone (laughs) does not allow to see the summit of the mountain, is totally wrapped in fog, mist.
This postcard from #Venezuela is shared on the Facebook page of my father's radio program, Acuarela Oriental (Oriental Watercollor,
in English) > https://facebook.com/acuarelaoriental, of which I am a co-producer, broadcaster and community manager. This is a Watercolor Postcard and with this we want to promote the landscapes and natural wonders that we have, making a #photography of any detail that invites us to write about this immense earthly Eden.
Why Postcard Watercolor?
With images like these we make literary music using prose as a rhetorical device. We try to transport the viewer to the moment when he took the snapshot (the behind the scenes), immerse them in a short #travel, magic journey, through letters about what they see in the photo, so that, with their senses, they live a charming experience about what they are Feel there, recreate in them the aromas, colors, flavors of that place, and how their atmosphere feels. More than a photograph, they are musical brushstrokes of the marvel of the landscape, it is a Postcard Watercolor.
In a next opportunity, I will tell you how the sea on the other side of the mountain looks.
A warm hug from Cumaná.
Receive a warm cumanese hug from Venezuela.
Let's keep reading into rhetorical devices soon! :D