Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
It’s been a while since I posted here, more than four months to be (almost) precise.
A lot has happened in that time.
It’s time to return, to re-engage.
So, rather than write pages and pages explaining my absence, I thought I would share some photos from a walk by the river, yesterday, in Castronuño.
A few small slices of life, under the Spanish sun.
Presented, more or less in the order that they were shot.
Be seeing you.








