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50 kms away...
2008.04.22
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Sunday afternoon, not much to do, I go for a ride with my Nikon. I go to the same place where I've been going since I was 3 months old, the same beach, the same Aragonese Tower (about 1600 a.C.), the same wonderful colors. Juniperus trees, sand dunes, wonderful flowers all over the place. A few people, little kids playing in the water (cold for us, warm for people from northern Europe). Normality sometimes can be fantastic, and just 50 kms away. But you have to think and thank about it to see it.
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Sunday afternoon, not much to do, I go for a ride with my Nikon. I go to the same place where I've been going since I was 3 months old, the same beach, the same Aragonese Tower (about 1600 a.C.), the same wonderful colors. Juniperus trees, sand dunes, wonderful flowers all over the place. A few people, little kids playing in the water (cold for us, warm for people from northern Europe). Normality sometimes can be fantastic, and just 50 kms away. But you have to think and thank about it to see it.
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And it is clear that you do both, reminding us to make our own pilgrimages to what is familiar and beautiful. Thank you.
