We overworked people who live in the turbulent world of the coast, finally gave ourselves a weekend to look, smell, walk and read. Ferruginous water. Chestnut trees, mulberry trees, ferns. We hadn't been to the village of Pampaneira (population about 350, in the Alpujarra region of Granada, Spain) for years, since my mother bought me a beautiful red poncho there. People used to come by car or bus, buy a poncho or a rug, drink a beer, and leave. ;-) I wish I could have stayed there, at least until the end of the summer, or maybe forever. We met a dog that could have been the brother of our late Nicki, same color, same coat, same eyes. But the dog was free and happy and we knew that he had an owner. For him the best constellation ever. Enjoy some views of the picturesque Pampaneira, by day and by night. (I will post more pictures of this wonderful place in the coming weeks). Panoramic view of Pampaneira Roofs in Pampaneira Pampaneira at night
Exactly! and it speaks through time,well said!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Matt. The world would be a better one, perhaps, if we were able to communicate with colors and forms only. Less misunderstandings? Or is it just my illusion of (sometimes tired) linguist? ;-)
DeleteI love all these artworks. The titles totally describe the artwrk. Your words are just fine Chani!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nigel. I always try to find a title that describes what I see and feel (as a suggestion), but letting enough freedom to the others to see something else in my work.
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