I love the patterns of plants, and this cactus in the hills high above San Miguel spoke to me. So creative and yet so geometric, like a giant artichoke!
Weathered and patient, he sat contemplating perhaps the state of the world or, more happily, the tranquillity of his surroundings. Majesty in ruin, strength in decay, his languid gaze seemed rooted in reflection.
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