All the white may seem a little blinding at first, but once you fully look past the starkness of the alleyway, you begin to see the bright green foliage bursting from the pots and window boxes that line the street, blasting the scene with color and making a once plain place, a new, vivid reality.
Clavos is the Spanish word for cloves, which are what reside on this colossal door in Spain. These cloves represent each piece of the door; barred together for life. Not merely for decoration, they hold this door together in an organized array of metal soldiers standing guard; threatening any board that tempts to come loose. Their watchful eyes have created a piece of history that has clearly stood the test of time not only on this door but on all others that don the clavos Espania!
Somewhere far beyond the horizon lies the unknown. A beacon we feel we can never quite find. The rocks on the shore lead us towards the setting sun; the only thing to truly see what lies beyond. With the water resting on the sand in smooth arrays we fight the urge to take a heavenly step onto the sea, being drawn to something eternally out of our grasps; yet something we get to be a part of each and every day as the sun completes its voyage and can rest beyond the horizon.
In passing this door, that’s probably all you see; a door. But if you stop and gaze, you see the wall that surrounds the door. You see the pinks fading into blues, greens and yellows. The blue crackles with the pink to create, ever so slightly, a violet that you see hiding in the plaster and you realize how this symphony of color could have ever been overlooked. Like so many things in life, beauty can sometimes be masked but it’s there just the same. So although we may not have been looking, it’s precisely what we found in Evora.
The words, the cathedrals, create a myriad of images that form in our minds; a picture of grandiose stone and marble architecture stretching it’s fingertips to the sky with spires that carry the prayers of the people to the heavens. This, however, is not the case with this Las Catedrales beach. It offers a different kind of worship; one of raw nature and effortlessness that rivals even the most benevolent cathedrals. This beach earned its name for its colossal stone formations that touch the sky with no help from mankind; a place so striking that you feel at one with the creator. A feeling such as this is something you carry with you long after your footprints have been dusted from the sand.
This majestic castle lays itself across the hills of Granada, Spain. The mellowness of the setting sun is accentuated with warm lights adorning its feet. You can see the faintest detection of the moon as it begins to illuminate in the absence of the sun. The light is not gone but is merely replaced by a different light that reveals a whole other persona of the castle itself. It is that moonlight that allows us to enrapture ourselves not only in the vision of the Alhambra during the day, but also in the revelation that beauty is ever present in the night.
On the streets of Seville, Spain, rain began to fall. Within seconds they changed from dull stone to glass mirrors and heads began to disappear under the refuge of umbrellas. Buildings became two with their reflections as they connected against the glassy street and footsteps were doubled as people made their way along the pavement. Realizing I had only moments before the streets were cleared of their hurrying inhabitants I captured the moment as I saw it then; a blur of movement and reflection amidst the steadiness of rain in Spain.
This image doesn’t exactly have an abundance of color. When you look at it however, this absence of color does not portray the feeling of being dark or moody; in fact it does quite the opposite. With the light shooting down from the openings above, it’s almost as though you are being bathed in light, showered with its warmth. It is almost ironic seeing as the stone pillars and arched ceilings were once the structure of a bath house in the historically beautiful Rhonda, Spain. To me that is what made this image so symbolic. Although its true purpose is long over, it continues to grace people but in a different way, by bathing them in the ever present light from above.
In the chapel of Saint Blaise in Toledo, Spain the ceilings overhead arch high above casting shadows that project out across the room. Figures flank the door that leads to the tomb almost as if standing guard; protecting the man who was martyred. Although this is indeed a tomb, the colors and gentle light from within tell us differently. The images adorning the walls are soft and elegant with their many subtle shades, emanating a feeling of life rather than death, beckoning travelers forward, making none wary to enter the cloister.
People spend hours of their lives waiting for sunrises and sunsets; making events out of these daily happenings. I know they can get taken for granted seeing as not every day is promised to us. It’s because of this that I admire those adventurers who hike the highest peak to watch the sun start to rise or the old romantic who finds the perfect hilltop for he and his love to watch the sun set. I wanted to join them on this day to witness the waves lapping the shores, the crisp, salty air magnifying every grain of sand, and the dawning of a new day yet again.
The reach. This is not to sound as if something is unattainable, but rather that something is closely within our grasp. It could mean the reach of a hand across the table after a quarrel, the reach of a newborn to their mothers; triumphs that each can and do achieve. I’ve always believed that Dan Fogelberg says it best “The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along”.