For those who wanted summer images, these should give you an idea. The mountains and the sea are within reach, less than an hour's trip from each other. Come to the north, #TheOtherSpain
Winter in the mountains of western Asturias, 2010. If you don't come, you'll never see it. If you never see it, you'll never believe it. This is a different Spain, rougher and authentic, full of real beauty, a panoply of sensations, sights and scents. Panoply
As the year draws to a close, the light becomes scarce. The sun flares one last time til tomorrow... Sweet dreams. Buas noites dende Navia.
The sea, always the sea... Never look too far from your door, for truth be said, you will never need to wander far to find the essence of what you're looking for. The essence of the sea and fishing villages in Asturias is found in places like Cuideru (Cudillero), where the quaint streets and the... Continue Reading →
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There are angels among us, they say. The previous day, I saw one drifting on the evening sky, a prelude to the saints which we will celebrate on the 1st.November.
Just before it all starts to get dramatic ... a hint of colour is the magnificent backdrop for an afternoon walk by estuary of the River Navia, named after a Roman goddess of thermal waters.
It turns and increases its intensity, burning orange and maroon, a flaming inferno in the sky. It looks like a cauldron bubbling over, spilling its banned colours over the world before dawn comes to whisk them all away. Banned
The slow transformation, the passage of time, from radiant day to dark autumn night only takes minutes but I have tried to capture it instant by instant. Transformation
Cudillero is a traditional fishing port on the Asturian coast. Its colourful houses, perched on the cliff overlook the Cantabrian Sea in its endless ebb and flow. There's nothing better than stopping to enjoy a cider in one of its many quaint restaurants and at night it is a romantic setting for a dinner and... Continue Reading →