Postcard From Barranco Ferrer
I believe I took a good photo last night. (I like taking photos at dusk.)
I was returning from an evening hike, at the very moment the air turned spicy/fragrant: Pine, rosemary, rockrose, and “night blooming jasmine—” also the moment I was aware of being in a state of joy.
Lewis has been chewing on something undetermined on the floor.
I refuse to look. Turned off lights.
I shall have to face it in the morning.
Nice to get postcards from a favored Substack voice. This part of Spain always interested me because of my lifelong love of flamenco. One of your readers, a woman living in rural Eastern Australia, has "Friends with Solitude" in her Substack bio. This grabbed me because I attempt the same even while living in Manhattan, NY. I often walk along the Hudson River. May we all find ways to nurture ourselves in a world of chaos.
Love your pictures .
“Muggles” looks like he just “did something “, and intends to finish it in private.