The great plain of La Janda stretches away into the distance.
This sea of bone bleached grass laps at the feet of the mountain.
The Levante sends graminaceous ripples across its surface and the death rattle of spring echoes to four corners.
There is no respite from summers furnace heat and all within the ecology shrinks deeper into the earth or retreats to dwindling waterhole and fickle shade.
Overhead the vultures wheel.
This is their time, the winnowing season when the weak release life beneath the baking sun.
Photo courtesy of the author.