Lanín Parque Nacional

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After driving to San Martin de Los Andes via the 7 Lakes, we took another route back to Bariloche via the Lanín National Park. I actually thought this was slightly more spectacular than the 7 Lakes, but it may well just be because I didn’t have any previous expectations of the area. I’d read a bit about the 7 lakes, so I knew what I was in for. But the National Park took me entirely by surprise!

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Dreaming of 7 Lakes

Dreaming of 7 Lakes

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The scenery is pretty spectacular in the Bariloche area, and one of the best ways to see even more of the landscape is to rent a car and take a drive around. There is a famous route called the 7 Lakes, which takes you all the way up to San Martin via, you guessed it, 7 lakes. It then takes you back down to Bariloche via a national park with natural stone cathedrals. So it is pretty much ticking…

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Panorama over Patagonia

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One thing that I really wanted to do when I was in Bariloche, was to see this view from the top of the hill, which the National Geographic has declared one of the 10 best views in the world. And it didn’t disappoint! I could see so many lakes, and forests, and mountains, it was easy to see why it rates so highly with the NG. Also, it didn’t hurt that there was a nice cafe at the top so you coud…

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Sunset over the Lake

Sunset over the Lake

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As a final goodbye to this cross processing phase which I’ve had so much fun with, here are some sunset pictures I took whilst chilling by the lake after a hard day of exploring the abandoned hotel in Bariloche. Thanks Mark for being my ever patient model. I especially like the last picture, I love the effect that cross processing has on sun flares in photography. That might be an entire genre in…

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Cross Processed Graffiti in the Abandoned Hotel

Cross Processed Graffiti in the Abandoned Hotel

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I took an awful lot of pictures of the abandoned hotel in Bariloche, and as I quite like the effect that cross processing gave them, I decided to play with it a little more. Here are some pictures of the graffiti I found inside the hotel.

The first two pictures look like they were made by the same graffiti artist. I think that they must be Argentine, because I’ve seen work by them just outside…

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Cross Processing the Abandoned Hotel

Cross Processing the Abandoned Hotel

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On the bike ride around Bariloche in my last post, I happened to see an abandoned looking building off the main road. I have always loved looking around old buildings, especially the falling down kind, so a couple of days later I went back, smuggled myself in and took what can only be described as far too many pictures.

I decided to imitate cross processing in my editing of these pictures, as…

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A Bicycle Ride in Half-Sepia

A Bicycle Ride in Half-Sepia

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After El Chalten, I took a long bus ride heading up to Bariloche. It was Summer at the time in Argentina (though that means it was Winter in the Northern hemisphere), and it was warm and beautiful. I had met some nice people and we decided to rent some bicycles and go for a ride around the countryside. It was a great decision! The sun was out, the flowers were making the most of it, and there…

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13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names
poems from my uncles grave (via irynka)