July 26: walk from Castell de Montjuïc – Mirador de l'Alcalde
There was no question that I would stop by the Mirador again on the way down from the Castell.
A radiance of bottles.
Circles upon circles.
The waterfall-pool and the Torre Agbar way beyond.
Cool, it looks like both the bottoms and tops of bottles were embedded.
Pidge before an azure Tanguyan unworld.
Place is Closed. Can't you... See
Then I wrote the first and only nature journal entry for the Barcelona session, the first one since Zernez. In the middle of the writing, I lay down on the bench and straight up took a nap. It was great.
The journaling bench, nice and solid.
Up at the summit, you can just see the masts of the Castell tower. What are these weird trees anyway? They look like giant asparagus with epidendritic tufts of moss. I'm lovin' it.
A blaze of bottles.
A promontory with a particularly choice view of the eastern port.
City zenview down the steps.
A stepped succession of glyphs.
These palm silhouettes are odd. Sort of... buckety.
"Hey girl!" "Give it a rest. I'm busy."
The figure in the foreground has a bit of a Holy Spirit vibe. Or a butterfly vibe.
Nature and civilization.
Low on an assortment of circles.