The mood is desolate, dry yet threatening to rain - maybe drizzle, maybe a downpour if the clouds thicken. I imagine quiet days here, with crickets shrilling, tending the trees to the right of the road with climbing to the top of the cliffs providing one of the few forms of excitement with its view of the outside world. Another excitement would be the majesty of a thunderstorm.
For me this pictures tells part of the story of the lives lived here.
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