La noche empezó con niñas y niños vistiendo trajes de fantasía, impresionante artesanía y destreza de los diseñadores de Guanare, grandes trajes con motivos de naturaleza, religión y tradiciones de la ciudad.
Desfile de Los Simoncitos, mi primer encuentro con el carnaval, demasiado bonito ver tantas niñas con trajes de madamas, muy coloridos, un respetuosos homenaje a tan importante fiesta cultural venezolana.
Mascarada es el nombre que tiene el Carnaval en Guanare, y este año fue una de las mejores experiencias que he tenido con mi ciudad natal en los recientes años.
The last dusk of the year, and a new one begins with prospects of everything changing for the better.
Christmas is over, and cats are still taking the house for themselves.
The head of the house next door construction has a yellow Toyota.
Beautiful and colorful flowers in the yard across the street, ohh the tropic.
Now it was Gatina's turn to climb the moringa tree, she is much more skilled than Blanquito at the time of going down.
I found these goats in a used car sale, they were very friendly or very hungry.
There are workers always working, they get a little uncomfortable with the photos, but I try not to disturb much.
These mushrooms seemed like an ultra dense fluid that moves at a eternal speed.
Another afternoon in the garden, nothing more.
A plantation of wild bananas, these are some color tests, editing the photos a little differently on a topic that I have tried many times.
I'm here I try to enjoy as much as possible the large garden of the house of my parents, the contact with the lawn, sure I'll miss it when I leave again.
I had the opportunity to go out and have a good time taking long exposure photos the night sky, and the coming storm.
I always find these plants, nobody could tell me their name, they do not grow naturally in the area, it seems that neighbors like it and sow it in the surroundings.
This time the Blanquito has risen To the moringa tree next to my garden and has been distracted for a long time trying to get off again.
The power lines stand in the middle of my contemplations almost without realizing it, perhaps a subconscious reminder of my mental prison.
I saw an amusement fair, with carts, the roller coaster of worm, flying chairs and other carousels , I do not know if now the children like these things
I spend a lot of time observing the clouds in the sky, making a kind of contemplative meditation.