I am in the heart of Alentejo. It is winter and the wind blows cold. In the middle of no-where, there is a van, as if it flew and landed there. I've seen this van in that place, for years and years. But this time, I chose to walk to it and try to discover its mysteries.
Rust and several sorts of lichen invade the steel carcass, adding many colours and textures.
This door was opened, still hanging on its hinges. The glass window was closed. I only find one magic explanation: it was Nature that had opened the door.
Rust and several sorts of lichen invade the steel carcass, adding many colours and textures.
This door was opened, still hanging on its hinges. The glass window was closed. I only find one magic explanation: it was Nature that had opened the door.
January 2016
"Nature opened the door of the flying van", Alentejo/Portugal
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