I was considering changing the backdrop to my Twitter page but then remembered the exact moment when I took the picture, which is part of the Andes range in Peru. It was in May 2014 when I went on a holiday I had wanted to take for about fifty years, and finally achieved in my retirement. A sort of pilgrimage.
On the same trip I visited Machu Picchu and later came across poems by Pablo Neruda, with wonderful imagery and descriptions of the magical and mystical ancient Inca kingdom: Alturas de Macchu Picchu.
Y el aire entró con dedos
de azahar sobre todos los dormidos:
mil años de aire, meses, semanas de aire,
de viento azul, de cordillera férrea,
que fueron como suaves huracanes de pasos
lustrando el solitario recinto de la piedra.
My translation which does not do justice to Neruda’s language is:
And the air came in with fingers
of orange blossom over all those who slept:
a thousand years of air, months, weeks of air,
of blue wind, of iron cordillera,
that were like gentle hurricane footsteps
polishing the lonely boundary of stone.
So the background picture remains as a beautiful reminder of a beautiful moment in my life.