Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Postcard (VII)


The word coined by Colombian Nobel prize writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez in his famous work One hundred years of solitude to describe the magical, realistic world of the Colombian coast, does actually exist. Somewhere between Aracataca, the town where ‘Gabo’, was born and the old banana colony of Fundación (Magdalena), I came up to one of the last remaining train crossings in this country. It was a surreal moment, with a beautiful sunset, as a man and a car waited in the distance for the ‘coal train’ to pass.

Photo: Richard Emblin (1997)


lw said...

nice shot, the colours are good in it

*-. aliCe .-* said...

purple sky, amazing