these were taken right before I went back up to the mountains (the Alpujarras) where I saw this:
from the bus, and this:
from the balcony where I stayed, and this
... (note the sign on the side of the truck: Cristo Nos Ama / Christ Loves Us) ...
And the patron saint of Granada and its environs apparently spent some time up here too, in Pitres:
("Here I am in Pitres, village sans voice nor pigeons in the Sierra mountains, crucified in the 'Y' of the tree.")
Admittedly ... my very quick & literal translation of Lorca's words simply SUX ...
ReplyDeleteA better one:
"Here I am in Pitres, a quiet village up in the Sierra mountains without even the sounds of pigeons, crucified in the 'Y' of the tree."
A little better, no?!
The pomegranates kind of made me laugh. We are like that with our salmon here in Seattle. They insinuate themselves into every kind of public art.
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