On clear days, the empty beach made it seem like we were on an uninhabited island in the middle of the Pacific.
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On clear days, the empty beach made it seem like we were on an uninhabited island in the middle of the Pacific.
Continue reading - Photo Essay: Spanish Holiday part 3
I took a walk in the woods last Sunday afternoon. The effect of changing seasons was evident: dried leaves of winter were giving way to the green of spring.
The beach wasn’t anything like those seen in advertisements of beach resorts, with fine golden sand, palm trees bent seaward and women in bathing suits. This one was full of pebbles, rocky in places and mostly empty. It had, however, one distinguishing trait, something that gave the landscape character: after a straight stretch the beach curved along a section that jutted into the sea, and this section had an old tower, in ruins and abandoned.
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