An early start on the rocky shores, and a day ended in the mountain forest.
Harsh light and clear skies greeted us on the beach, with howling winds and spray clouding our eyes and lenses.
And forests struggling to drink as the drought sets in its teeth, what little water there is spent between the living and the sunsets heat.
End of the line. Rails to the edge. The tracks used to launch fishing vessels down the slipway.
Rocks in turbulent seas.
What’s left of the river of life, cutting through the forest, quenching what thirsts it can before becoming a river of sand and rock.