Rooftops in Vejer
Why, do you suppose, are these roofs red? Very eye-catching but does the colour serve a purpose? This town is Vejer de la Frontera, near Cadiz in Spain.
June Squares: Roof If you have a photo (or two!) of a roof, join in!
A passage below the Roman amphitheatre in Cadiz, Spain.
Now there’s a catchy word: vomitorium. Nothing — although you might think so — to do with relieving an over-full stomach. Rather, the word describes a passage through which large numbers of people could rapidly leave an entertainment venue, such as an amphitheatre. (source) This particular vomitorium is in the Roman amphitheatre in Cadiz, Spain.
Do you know the “A Word a Week Challenge”? It’s a great opportunity for photographers to share their shots on a common theme. This week’s word is: Roof. Here are my entries.
A roofline in the Forbidden City, Beijing, China.
San Francisco roofs at sunrise.
Rooftops in Vejer, Spain.
Gargoyles on a roof in Toronto.
Rooftops in Nice, France.
We all have eyes; we all see. Yet what we see is filtered by our minds, our experiences, our expectations. Sometimes, a reflected vision offers a new way of seeing. A world is on offer; go see it.
Venice, Italy: Possibly my favourite ‘Reflections’ photo. I love the arched stairs and balustrade of the bridge behind me reflected in the window, the enigmatic stare of the largest mask, and the way the ones along the bottom seem to be gossiping among themselves.
Zahara de los Atunes, Spain: Sunset reflected in a copper urn (me, too, if you look closely!).
San Luis de Potosi, Mexico: Sunrise in the window of my hotel room.
The Entrance, Australia: An infinity of bridge pylons at dusk — and one duck.
Bondi Beach, Australia: Winter sunset reflected in the sand at low tide.
Vejer de la Frontera, Spain: White stucco walls reflected in the window of a shop selling fans.
Adelaide Botanic Gardens, Australia: The gardens reflected in the sculpture, and the sculpture reflected in the pond.
An overland journey from Brazil to Equador, somewhere in Bolivia: Our driver and tour guide, reflected in the rear view mirror of the truck (“No es un bus! Es un camion!”) just before she drove across the railway bridge.
