Chani's Creative Space

Even if a dry and ugly town, hope can be found. Nature conquers the city back. No symbiotic relationship here, but rather a strong resistance against human violence. Hope in a gully!  Gully in El Pinillo, Torremolinos (Spain). There are certainly mor more like this one.

Happy summer solstice to you all! Here in Spain, I miss the flowers and the freshness, but I still enjoy the long days... Here a series of abstract representations of bonfires on the beach in Spain.

Once again, we went back to Iznájar (province of Cordoba). It is always hotter there than on the coast, but this time, Spain got its first heat wave of the year quite early (it is not over yet). It isn't even summer!  The best thing to do was to go for a walk at 6:00 a. m. in the dark to see the sun rising slowly, and then, to stay inside from 9:00 a. m. with a good book (Donna Leon!) enjoying the mountain, garden and lake views. And then, after 7:30 p. m., to get lost in the immensity of night. Mountain view from our room at Casería de San José Iznajar Lake before sunrise

In the meanwhile, there is little to see of the red Saharan dust that turned everything orange in Andalusia in March, reducing visibility and irritating throats. Many people washed their walls and houses with steam cleaners or painted it new, but many others preferred not to waste such a precious good like water (or did not have the money to buy steam cleaners, or both); red dust can still be found on many buildings and parts or it which are difficult to access (roofs, higher parts of façades).  I think propaganda behaves like Saharan dust. Even months or years after its spreading, elements of it are still to be found in our houses and brains and lives. People still react if they believe it, if it was true. This is a part of the roof of Victoria Kent's train station in Malaga city (Spain). The sky is blue now, but red dust may stick there for many more months.