Jugando al “juego del año” y estrujando la profundidad de campo del nuevo objetivo.
This picture transmitted me hot when I first saw it back in June. Taken somewhere in Castilla: a single red flower in the middle of a wheat field, ready for harvest, is the best indication of the summer beginning.
After a couple of months, sweating at my place in Madrid, I envy those mild days with only around 30 degrees. Funny how perception can change.
