There’s something special about going to a certain landscape again, and again. In all seasons, in all weathers. Finding all its paths, all its secrets. This landscape, above and below, is up in Madrid’s Sierra, a spot I return to over and over. There’s a wildness to it that connects with something deep inside me. I’m not from Spain, but it feels like I’ve been wandering these mountainsides for centuries. Maybe…
Notes from Ben 