thinking about april at the seaside...

I was just thinking when I was here at the seaside in April...sun was so cold and everything seemed just abandoned. I've always been fascinated by these rusty handrails. This is the groom colour for the sea's and the dusty creamy white. It all just makes me remember the waves on the last lemon meringue pie I baked.

And all these colours have just nailed in my mind, I’m obsessed by the water colours, you’ll see. If you go to the coast you’ll notice that everything has these colours. These and the white ones. Water and stone. And textures, like porous surfaces. 

If you go to the town you can capture some classic sign type fonts. The handwriting is so common in these places. It sounds like an old mariner.

Later on, you walk till the shore. Down there people take care of kitchen gardens and trees near the foreshore. You can’t believe your eyes: foliage marries the sea. Pebbles, and buildings built up with pebbles. It’s still April.

I remember having seen this house since I’ve been alive. Big and seventies'. So cali. Red little tiles cover up its balconies and succulents look out from there. When the sun is sinking down in the sea you can watch that physical phenomenon, the light diffusion of the rays through the skinny holes of the main wall.

And now that is August, light has changed the colours.