Soon after arriving in our village–this was 40 years ago–Mike and I took the kids, then eight and ten, on a picnic on the mountainside above the neighboring village of Guéjar Sierra. This was at a period in our lives when everything was new and uncertain. While Mike made a fire to roast some pork chops I got out my sketch pad and began to draw the scene below. There was one isolated stone cottage sitting there. This used to be very common in the Spanish landscapes at that time. (more…)
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