This week’s theme: Masterpiece
The sheer scale and the intricacy of Moorish architecture will forever hold an allure for me, as if made real from a book of fairy-tales. I always revisiting my beloved Spain in my photo blogs, ever in search of undiscovered meaning in the familial connection that we share. I have a passion for architecture, and my numerous trips to Granada have always been with the same purpose in mind, to spend time within the splendour and the grandeur of the Alhambra Palace. Straddling the top of the mount overlooking the town below, the old city of Al Hambra juts out of the rock as if carved by the same forces as the mountain itself, almost geological wonder rather than architectural. Flanked by hundreds of deep green conifers standing sentry upon the steep incline from the valley below; an oasis of lush vegetation, gushing springs and the most beautiful roses whose roots and branches are centuries old, as old almost as the foundations of the city itself.
I love to sit at the edge of the ancient palace courtyard and watch the sun setting over the newer city below, listening to the cicadas and the incredibly loud chorus of the birds flocking in amongst the dense greenery that lines the ascent to the top from the valley entrance below. Behind the palace are the snow capped mountains of the Alpujarras imposing and beautiful as they catch the light of the deep orange sun. To me this special place is a masterpiece in itself.