For El Día de los Tres Reyes Magos (Three Kings Day) my father gave me a camera. I don't know anything about photography, yet I like taking pictures. These are all in Old San Juan. When I took these pictures I didn't think of how I took them, I only thought why I took them. The answer is on the subtitles.



Adoquines. I always stare at the floor in Old San Juan. You can't help but think all the people that have stepped on it. All the centuries it has endured.



El último acordeón. My friends were in a hurry, but I needed to photograph this man. Audio would've been more appropriate though. It doesn't matter what melody he plays for some reason it evokes sadness maybe even regret.



Cadenas. Certain bonds aren't meant to be broken.



Drummer Boy Picks his Nose. I was taking pictures of the parade and here comes this adorable drummer boy (who wasn't really playing) he was just looking cute. When I noticed he was picking his nose I HAD to take a picture. I laugh every time I see this.



Word Tree. A Christmas Tree made out of words? How clever.




Carmen. The picture is blurry but I like Christmas lights, trees, and Carmen. I told her to stand there and she looked up. *Click* Now that's a good profile picture.


This is random but I'm on a bus from DC to Philly right now and I don't feel like reading Paradise Lost. Sorry John Milton.