I arrived in Torla the previous evening, in the rain. Morning, in brilliant sunshine, I go down a steep path, through riotous growth, to the Ara.
These arched bridges will become an emblem of the photographic work, loci linking different places of crossing, on both sides of the Pyrenees. The stone fashioned by human hand contrasts with the stone abraded by aeons of chafing water These are the themes which will be explored throughout the coming work... |