the back terrace, overlooking the swimming hole, far ,far, far below....

the shutters were to one of the front bedrooms....this back terrace opened out from the living room and the bedroom i was staying in on the back of the house....quiet except for the non-stop bleating of the goats as they trekked along the ridge of rocks making up the cliffs...every once in a while, you could hear a lone boulder dislodge and crash it's way from it's pediment to the sea below...the rock scape was something to behold...and every day it offered up subtle changes that only the most observant eye could discern....i tried unsuccessfully to document the shifting landscape through my camera lenses, but even with christopher's new 35 mm digital camera, i was unsuccessful....