Landscape. There are times when even the most familiar can stop you dead in your tracks and marvel. Landscape can shift. It does shift. The time of day makes it move. And so it was one afternoon when the sun had lit the Arta hillside as it rose from the eastern extremity of the bay of Alcudia above Es Caló. It was mountain landscape transformed, if only briefly. Glowing in the distance, I’d never seen it like that. Or couldn’t remember having seen it like that. If I had, then I wouldn’t have been so transfixed.
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