Days we witness
In the valley of the Agly River
where the Boulzane runs
down from Caudiès
the aeolian blades lazy
in dry wind whispering
down from Pic de Madres
snow-glazed big rock-candy
mountain where eagles
survive and rise
counting the days
we witness together
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Photograph by D Young
studio arago 
A lovely portrait of the valley – the line – ‘where eagles / survive and rise’ is terrific – as is the photo – something colour just can’t convey.
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We much appreciate your thoughtful words. Yeah, on this particular day, at this precise moment, the light was perfect—for b/w. Otherwise, the Pic wouldn’t glow.
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