| Caption | Every picture tells a story. Maybe, just maybe it’s my imagination but I reckon that clear days like this used to be more commonplace: when puffy white cumulus clouds in a polarized sky hovered over distant mountains and a crisp horizon, and when the water was a see-through bluegreen. Yum. Now it’s more the exception than the rule. Traffic congestion, dubious agricultural practices, the disruptive shifts in global climate and its cul-de-sac location at the head of a bay encircled by mountains predispose Puerto Vallarta to hazy conditions, the bane of the environmental photographer’s existence. This shot is a change of lens and a 90 degrees pan right from the same window of the Costa Vida Hotel I was leaning out of when I shot costa_vida_barco Sadly, the original transparency, the photographic support of my whacky weather theory, became a victim of life in Mexico and went missing in action. Scan only available upto 4.3MB@300dpi |
