I don’t know if this requires an apology or not, but I simply cannot get over my new view. I loved my old view, it’s true, but I looked to the south. In addition to the fact that the south is the coldest exposure in the southern hemisphere, though I could see far, I couldn’t see anything particularly interesting looking straight out the window. Still, it was lovely (you can check back on flickr or here, or just dream of pretty).
But it’s nothing like my new view. What distinguishes my new view (aside from the fact that actual sun comes in and warms the place up) from my old view is partially the mountains, and cerro San Cristobal and other beautiful far-away stuff.
And then there’s what it’s the primer plano (first plane? close to me). I love these cupolas, these rooves, this higgeldy-piggeldy corrugated tin that is stapled together and run through with pipes and stubborn trees that grow out of nowhere. I love the light on it in this photo.
But who doesn’t love a prettily-illuminated view. Light, shadows, depth, architecture, textured metal, trees, pretty.
What I love about this view is how it looks in the hazy, grey days that lay before me as the sun’s angle grows more oblique, and Santiago goes full-on into fall (governmental refusal to change the clocks notwithstanding).
It’s as though nothing exists, just me and my cupolas, and a couple of fl-fl-flapping pigeons that blurrily crossed my long exposure. If I’m disgustingly enthusiastic about my view, please forgive me. And if you’re enthusiastic about it, too (and I already know you), come by and snap or sketch it any time.
Love the foggy rooftop view. A great place to daydream. I’m so glad you have a north facing window now! (I had never considered that the southern exposure here would of course be a northern exposure in the So. Hemi. Head slap.)
hey, nimble! you made it to the new place! Glad to see that. I have an east facting window now, though I can see north if I stand on the balcony. That view is actually off my balcony, thus the lack of dirty windows blocking the view. What with the city grime and all.
I have a southern exposure here at my house, too, so I can imagine what your old apartment must have been like in terms of light levels. Your new view is just stunning! I can’t get enough of those cupolas. And the mountains! I’m glad you’re finding so much to love about your new place.
but does all of your place face south, or just one part of your house? Is that why you always cook such yummy food, because it’s freezing? Say it ain’t so! I made some soup with corn in it the other day because of your carbonada post. And it was delicious! The soup, not your post.
With those cupolas looks like you live in a church or a castle or both. Light is great. ours is being taken away by buildings going up in Ñuñoa. Time to find a new place.
En serio? That stinks. That’s the good part about overlooking very historical things, should be a while before anything encroaches. Ñuñoa is rife with that, isn’t it? Also, my building itself is pretty run-of-the-mill 60sish, but I’d rather live someplace plain and look ath teh pretty than vice versa, I think.
I actually like the second “hazy” photo more. It seems to have more character.
I do, too. It’s hard to find the beauty in the bleakness sometimes, but I feel like I might have found some there.
Wow! The haze/mist/smog(?) makes it so beautiful!
It reminds me of being in the hills of Vietnam, where apparently there are beautiful views, but its normally so misty you can’t see much at all, like a fairy tale?
But I can imagine it gets old quickly, nothing like sun to cheer you up!
thanks for commenting, Felicity. I like to think of it as mist, but sometimes it’s brown,so I guess that makes it smog. And yes, sunshine is very good. In fact, I think I see some right now! HOpe it’s sunny in your part of the world (but not now, looks like it’s nighttime now, and that would we weird!).
I love this because it makes me think about sitting on your balcony eating avocado sandwiches. And I love your view.
Though I do not see that bit of railing in these photos. You know the one.
Oh yes, I do know the one. My friend Marie in New Zealand cas called dibs on it, but I’m sure she would let you look at it.