Fluid, living and vivacious movement, flowing and spiraling in the never ending dance of life.
The slow rolling sand tsunami that is the great dune of Punta Paloma long ago buried this forest.
The annual migration of half billion birds is funneled through the Straights Of Gibraltar where Africa kisses the belly of Europe.
The late evening sun picks out the normally hidden details of our more than human world.
The fluid boundaries of being create a late evening masterpiece.
Cutting the air on the edge of this Hadean storm like a flight of mythical arrows, the storks are returning.
These twisted and deformed strata are turned upon their sides and eroded over millennia by the unceasing wash of tide and storm.
The rising sun casts a shimmering pearlescent mantle across the Dehesa.
Saladaviciosa is a place where people are deeply participative with their own environment.
The experience of simple being on this small blue planet is a rich and joyful one.
For nearly a thousand years the two have sworn an abiding fealty.
The sheer magnificence of this flowering gorse draws one closer.
A sharp counterpoint to the icy northern landscape I have left behind is formed.
Here the two seasons of autumn and winter meet, a frozen tableau in ice and crystal.
All around the great city is preternaturally silent.
In seeming defiance of winter, new life emerges through the frozen bone hard soil.