#bufadora

Cerro de la Bufadora. Ensenada, Baja California, México.

There are geysers filled to blow, Hot and bothered accumulations, Adulterated juvenile trantrums to throw, That have been welling up for years… Wining and dining bottles, And ignoring the unwanted gains, Stuffing away the poisons… Thinking of drowsying mixes, Healing of past traumas, Even righting spilled over wrongs… Letting going isn’t just writing it down, Agonizing won’t fix…

A belated Christmas in July post, but I had to get my ass off and introduce the pictures I took while I was in Ensenada. The first photo showcased the Bufadora waves, which is useful for a neat recreation of any art programme; the second was the beaches, which took place in a pseudo highway between Bufadora and the Ensenada shoppe. And just for fun, I spotted a seagull chilling in the sand while the waves kick in. Isn't it neat?

I was going to look for a surfboard shoppe nearby to take another photo, but to my realization it's been a few years I've never been back to Ensenada, I heard it got killed off by COVID. Maybe San Diego might have to make amends for that soon...