Devotion
the landscape they dream
I love in you the sweet swing of the waves in the evening, licking, faithful and tenacious, the grateful sand of the tired beaches. And the perseverance of the seagulls flying around the fishing boats when they return to the shelter of a safe harbor. And that paralysis of the north wind, which stops suddenly, surprised and expectant, unable to damage a painting painted with tenderness and extreme patience of those who do not stop until they get situated in the landscape they dream.
Montserrat Cornelles i Retoc fotogrāfic