So, as old travelogues used to say or might have said, Mallorca recedes from view, but not memory. Visually striking and athletically challenging. Lush vegetation and arid rock. Bright, saturated colors. Touristy train (repurposed SF trolleys) and market-day stalls. These closing images somehow missed the cut earlier.
Lush fields greet arrivals.
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The colors are rich and bracing:
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in giant lemons
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in roof tiles
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in afternoon light warming gnarled coastal trees
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in vibrant swimming pools
in flowers, whether striking or shy
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in a Soller bistro's art deco window
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in an art supply shop's sign
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in the rich colors of the Soller train
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in Port de Soller's beach atmosphere and rich fabrics in a Soller market-day stall
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and in the magenta jacket of a Soller resident.
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After a lifetime of mainly expressing myself with words, my postings here will mainly rely on images. They will speak for themselves to some extent, but I'll usually add a few comments of explanation. I've taken photographs for decades, since the 1950's, inspired in part by my father's photographic skill. Four years of photo assignments and quality darkroom time eventually gave way to decades of casual and family picture-taking. I re-immersed myself when I left film and turned to digital.