By jlinaresp on Skatehive
Here in my town, the workday in the rural areas of the southern valley usually ends between 4:00 and 4:30 AM. So it's common for the rural roads, farms, and pastures to be empty after 5:00 PM, with no farmworkers and no agricultural vehicles in operation. Then, an almost absolute silence takes over the countryside, and the afternoon transforms into a serendipitous display of colors, depth, landscape, light, and eloquence. And what I'm telling you is even more true in February, March, and April, when the dry season is well underway and the ochre tones challenge and encroach upon the once-dominant green. And the skies—ah, the skies—are exquisitely blue and may have a few clouds that become beautiful white brushstrokes thanks to the high wind. So, the afternoons south of town are just that: pure, simple scenery where the savanna and the mountains converge on the horizon, describing a valley that has always been beautiful for as long as I've known it... And that's what my post for you toda