The ship
After spending several hours on the Acantilados del Infierno - the Hell's Cliffs - on the Asturian coast, listening to the sound of waves and wind, I was struggling to find a compelling composition good enough for me. But when the clouds finally parted and the foothills of the Picos de Europa mountains emerged from the mist, this image revealed itself. The central rock reminded me of a ship with its bow rising proudly against the Atlantic Ocean.
After spending several hours on the Acantilados del Infierno - the Hell's Cliffs - on the Asturian coast, listening to the sound of waves and wind, I was struggling to find a compelling composition good enough for me. But when the clouds finally parted and the foothills of the Picos de Europa mountains emerged from the mist, this image revealed itself. The central rock reminded me of a ship with its bow rising proudly against the Atlantic Ocean.
After spending several hours on the Acantilados del Infierno - the Hell's Cliffs - on the Asturian coast, listening to the sound of waves and wind, I was struggling to find a compelling composition good enough for me. But when the clouds finally parted and the foothills of the Picos de Europa mountains emerged from the mist, this image revealed itself. The central rock reminded me of a ship with its bow rising proudly against the Atlantic Ocean.