On a cold winter night, up in the mountains, the old town of Albarracin stands alive flank by its defense wall and tortuous river. Can’t but think of the many battles held in my surroundings.
Just phrasal verbs, only they are much more today.
Moving out: exhausting, melancholic
Moving in: exhausting, excited
Moving on: excruciating, hopeful
Seems to me like navigating an empty canvas knowing there are plenty of boats, rough seas, white sand beaches, paradises, and hopefully an omnipotent lighthouse past the horizon, just don’t see any now.
Yes, it was real! Yes, it was a toy from some brooklynites having quite some fun in Catskills!
Wanted to hike this trail all year (I know, it’s only February!) and finally got there yesterday. And what a surprise to find climbers doing their thing. It definitely adds a sense of perspective to the pictures.
(Edited: added more pictures)