For some “pareidolic” reason, this seems like an apparition of the Virgin. Ranunculus fluitans river water crow feet

A greyhound’s tail curls resembling the unclosed circles in the wrought iron fence design behind it–silly resemblances and other curiosities in this world… Makes for an exciting life, though.

There is a secret hole in the fence which divides the city from the surrounding farm landscapes. Dirt paths meander over rolling hills for miles, really great for hikes with the camera. In the spring along these paths, the native hawthorn bushes bloom. Their white flowers catch the sunlight creating what seems aberration.

I was walking around Gijón when I came upon this beautifully layered transparency-meets-opacity-meets-reflection-meets-grime. I proclaim this otherwise huge aesthetic failure to successfully scrape off adhered propaganda on a dirty window “abstract expressionist art”.

Roaming around in Luarca, I found this traffic sign so perfectly placed next to the Hermitage of Nuestra Señora La Blanca. What normally means “Caution: Road Narrows Ahead,” the signage takes on a new significance. (Obvious: The graphic simulates the shape of the hermitage steeple.)

Walking around Sepulveda on a nice sunny day, I came upon this set of staircases and their high contrast shadows. Kind of reminded me of M.C. Escher.

When I saw the uncooked octopus on the granite counter, water boiling next to it to prepare a Galician-style pulpo a feria, I immediately thought of photographer Sandy Skoglund’s Luncheon Meat on a Counter.

Must be love is all I see. No smoking sign on the bus warped by draping curtain folds.