across the north and around the corner of portugal .....

From Bilbao we kept travelling west, through Comillas with its particularly beautiful cemetery and famous angel, past the fishing village of Luarca and further along to Santigo de Compostela. Along the northern border with Portugal and onto a little medieval village atop a hill, planning to walk the woods but spending an indoor reading day as the rain was just too heavy and the mist impervious to curious eyes.

I have found it difficult to photograph places such as the cathedral in Santigo de Compostela and the Mezquita in Cordoba (which I am saving for the next post) - these are just too overwhelming in their beauty and best either photographed professionally or in small details which is what i am doing. I think sometimes it is just better to put the camera away and soak in the personal experience.

Many of you are asking if I am finding inspiration or influence along the way and the truth is that in light of the marvels one sees when travelling through centuries of art and architecture in this part of the world the temptation is to stop creating altogether. What are my meager attempts in the face of this ..... And yet, because the urge to create is so strong within, we find a way to make our own small mark in the hope that it sings or reveals itself to someone!