Time flies when there is not enough of it. The sun was perfectly positioned yet the night comes fast. I wanted to explore, draw, right, photograph, blend, renew.
Next to the doors propped up on the stone wall was a driver. No other golf clubs to be found. Unsure of its significance, I could hear the chanting inside the doors. I strolled toward the convento cloister and placed my camera bag on the grass, leaned against the archway and left the day for a while to the rest of the world. Only a few moments had passed. That was all that was necessary.