Dusk over the pueblo we are staying in.
The edge of the Alhambra.
Aunt Cheryl and a little old woman we encountered on our walk to a nearby village.
A cemetary on the edge of a high way.
The first treasure of the day: a bright pink rose outside of the apartment.
The sun sets over a small town.
A town in a valley.
A golden tree in the morning sun.
Aunt Cheryl is amazing – she made it all across the city of Granada on crutches
My new hiking boots.
