Across the valley from us is an abandoned building, a ruin, used by the farmer to store farm machinery. Really, it is full of weeds and home to assorted wild animals and nesting birds. 
Someone has attempted to patch it up, there is evidence of new brickwork, but the job wasn’t finished.
Like all old Spanish buildings, the doorway is small. 
The door is missing. 
The external plasterwork is cracking: winter rain, summer drought, wind, frost. 
The windows are small too, with wooden lintels and wooden shutters. 
Wild figs sprout from the foundations, wild figs find a way to grow in most places around the valley. 
It’s a glimpse of what life was like here, not too many decades ago. 
5 to remember
una ruina – a ruin
abandonado/a – abandoned
un edificio – a building
la maquina de la granja – farm machinery
el granjero – the farmer
There’s beauty in the ruined and neglected buildings here in Spain I think…in fact, I have been eying up a house down the road that has half the plaster off and a weed growing out of it as my next sketch! Lovely pictures as always Sandra🙂
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Thx Wendy, I agree there is a beauty where nature creeps in and takes possession. SD
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This ruin is story material. And your pictures capture more than meets the eye. Wonderful.
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As if I don’t have enough ideas for stories! SD
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You certainly have enough ideas. I collect my ideas, sometimes even combine some. Some may be used one day, others will not. [Note to myself: Don’t lose your little black notebook!] 🙂
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The stories that must abide within – your photos hint at them. Lovely, beguiling.
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I know, I could set a novel there! SD
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Reminds me of Mexico’s buildings.
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Really, I haven’t been to Mexico. Would love to, though🙂 SD
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