The Lost Archives

(Unsuspecting Spaniard in a tiny town near Jaca)

So, I had a lovely and blossoming collection of ramblings, poetic meditations, etc. from some Spain and Morocco adventures, but I left it all in a hostel in San Sebastian! Now, the only DNA that remains is here, thanks to... Facebook. So, thank you book of faces for recording a sole stanza.

It's a bit out of context, but it stems from an abandoned village at the base of the Sierra Nevadas.

Hollowed ghost town
Pregnant with foliage
Gorging on the ruins of man's infestation.

Te he, it's a bit base, but I still like the imagery of life's natural cycles continuing, regenerating and thriving even after the brief, yet forceful, human presence has come and gone like an angry tempest.