Riotinto: Mars on the Earth

Although the heat and the harsh terrain are overwhelming most days and at most times, there's a place in southern Spain where pressing the shutter is pure bliss. When the terrain isn't sloping upwards, it's usually sloping downwards, and when it's not covered in large—very large—rocks, your feet suffer under hundreds of small—very small—stones. You never know where or when you'll sink or where you'll find solid ground, whether the water will be deep or shallow, or if a slip or a misstep will send your gear into the water or your bones to the ground. That place is Riotinto, and all of that makes it worthwhile because it's a unique and unexpected landscape. A true pleasure for the senses and for photography.

For the photographer, Riotinto is a mirror from another planet. The light breaks into infinite shades of sulfur, ochre, and crimson. Each frame is an archaeological excavation of the soul; The old, abandoned locomotives rest like mechanical fossils amidst the acidic fog, trapped in an eternal slumber of silver and iron.

The wounded metal throbs beneath the Huelva sky. Riotinto is not land; it is a canvas of fire and rust where water flows like the thick blood of history.