A slightly wider view of the abandoned house in the mountains. These photos carry a slightly different meaning for me. Yesterday my father in Russia had a major heart attack. I swear he thought he would live forever and was untouchable… Even bricks and concrete frail and crumble. Live and everything in it is fragile. ❤️
The place we were staying in is in the Axarquia region of Malaga province. It’s on the Ruta de la rasa, Raisin Route, well known for its sweet Moscatel grapes, used to make raisins and sweet Moscatel wine. The landscape is dotted with Paseros (beds) for sun drying grapes…Delicious grapes are everywhere!