Montemayor del rio


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
– The Road not taken, Robert Frost


An expedition along the Ruta de la Plata which traces the path of a still visible Roman road known as the Via de la plata.

Along the road which winds its way from Mérida to Astorga, we had a close encounter with a frisky bull and a less than adequate fence, (two) group(s) of brightly clad bikers, a couple of donkeys, some bees and some very friendly locals in a bar in Peñacaballera.

The incident with the bull involved a degree of clear, present and imminent danger and I felt stopping to take a portrait shot would perhaps have been inadvisable. The bull which features below was of a much calmer disposition, much less exciting than its cousin back along the way.

And of course there were photographs. There will probably also be blisters, aches and assorted pains.

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strawberry fields

living is easy with eyes closed
misunderstanding all you see

– lyrics from strawberry fields forever, the beatles


The third in a series of photographic posts featuring a group of friends hiking in the beautiful countryside in the province of Salamanca, Spain.

El tercero de una serie de publicaciones fotográficas que ofrecen un grupo de amigos en excursiones en el hermoso campo en la provincia de Salamanca, España.

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ciudad rodrigo

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us
― Iris Murdoch


The second in a series of photographic posts featuring a group of friends hiking in the beautiful countryside in the province of Salamanca, Spain.

El segundo de una serie de publicaciones fotográficas que ofrecen un grupo de amigos en excursiones en el hermoso campo en la provincia de Salamanca, España.

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La Alberca

The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you’re supposed to go up and down when you’re supposed to go down.
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle


The first in a series of photographic posts featuring a group of friends hiking in the beautiful countryside in the province of Salamanca, Spain.
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