Viavélez. Asturias. #TheOtherSpain
After The Storm
The storm has passed but the beach has disappeared. The sand dunes have invaded the picnic area and they have given it a lunar aspect.
Villalonga, Navia. #TheOtherSpain
A short walk takes us into another world. We leave behind the urban centre of Navia and enter the world of winding country roads, farms and emerald green silence, broken only by the distant bark of a dog or the whistling of a passing bird. There is nothing arid in this lush paradise.... Continue Reading →
Navia at Dusk. #TheOtherSpain
There is a light that we don't often see... Twilight is a mysterious time, bordering the day that has just ended and the night that is to come.
Cantabrian Coast. Winter. #TheOtherSpain
The sea, always the sea... Folly of waves and winds washing the shores... <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/folly/">Folly</a>
Moon Over Navia. #TheOtherSpain
The moon playing hide and seek behind the clouds... Good night from #GreenDogRepublic.
Snow in the Mountains. #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
Sundown in Navia. #TheOtherSpain
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 Within The Sea
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 →
Golden Light on Green Dog, A Self Portrait.
src="https://greendogchronicles.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/golden-red-mari.jpg?w=225" alt="golden-red-mari" width="225" height="300" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-610" /> Sometimes images can be unreal, collide with what we see and seem more dreamlike than substantial. Seconds become infinite. Thoughts swirl like snowflakes on a winter day, crystalizing hopes and diluting fears into the haze of days gone by. Who is the real me? Who can tell... Continue Reading →
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