Comares village and the Buddhist Stupa

September 9, 2017 - Torrox, Spain

Ready for our first photography day, we had a light breakfast at the house and collected our camera equipment to meet Rob in the square at 10am. We were glad it was not an early start after our latish night. The artists were also meeting at 10am in the square so we had a chance to chat for a while before Rob drove in. The four of us from Casa Angustians piled in to the bus while a car or two waited patiently. Rob then circled around the town to pick up Karen and Sue from the top of the hill near the school.

Today we were to drive about an hour to the little hilltop town of Comares. It was originally a Moorish stronghold on the top of a hill overlooking the fertile river flats below. From a distance we could see the cluster of white houses clinging to the top of a very high mountain. It almost looked like a snowcap. The road wound up the steep hillside until entering the town through an arch built in the Moorish style in an attempt by the city fathers to decorate the town.

Rob dropped us in the square and left us to take the minibus back down the hill to park. We occupied our time taking photographs of the view and the houses around the square. Any photograph we took was going to be dominated by wires for power and communication and there were a couple of phone and microwave towers as well just to complete the modern touches.

When Rob returned we found a table at the local taberna for coffee and a talk about the aims of the tour. Today the topic was metering and using Aperture priority to check the range of light values in a scene. Rob also touched on the idea of holding a meter reading while re-composing the photograph.

After coffee we walked up through the town to the remains (very few) of the Moorish fort and the local cemetery which is perched on one high point. The white walls and the gardens offered the opportunity to frame shots through arches of walls or trees. Through the openings created there were scenes of the white houses of the village or the surrounding views although there was a wind blowing in moist air from the sea and dust from the Sahara, just across the water).

Rob was very patient with us as some were trying to find their way around new cameras or renewing their acquaintance with difficult menu systems. He also spent some time with most of us showing the way he used Aperture priority to assess the light in a scene before taking a photograph.

The cemetery itself has several walls about 5 metres thick with a series of 1 metre square openings for the coffins of the dearly departed, in four or five rows one above the other and on both sides of the wall. So a lot of space, but most were filled. One, whose headstone was dedicated by a loving family, now had a sticker to say pay the rent or your sadly missed relative will have to move out. Nothing lasts forever!

The top of the mountain is really a couple of high points and we walked through a little valley to ascend the next one which looked back toward the cemetery. On the way we passed a fig tree with several ripe figs hanging temptingly close to the path. I couldn't resist and took one that I shared with Margaret. Sweet and juicy. Some of the others gave in to temptation then and we ate figs as we walked up to a little square with a statue of Antonio Miguel Gallego Romero. That gave Rob a chance to talk about Dynamic Range, metering again, and the use of fill-in flash.

From there we walked back to the main square and then down through the Moorish style gate to find the bus.

We drove a little way down the hill to a little picnic area where we had a late picnic lunch with salad and quiche. Once on board again we drove about half an hour down the mountain and out on a dirt road to a Buddhist Stupa, (essentially a monument housing relics of the Buddha or 'saintly' persons). We took photos of course but it was difficult to find alternative views.

The tour ended when Rob dropped us in the square about 5pm. Karen and Sue came back to our house as we had WiFi so they could check emails and sort their photos to choose some for review tomorrow.

We then all walked along Calle Alta to the Bar San Roque (the same place we had such a good Welcome Lunch yesterday. This time it was not so good. Some bread and wine and some nibbles then a main course of fish on rice and some sort of sauce. It was very tasty but not at all filling. What was filling was the stories from the Artists of their day of trying to draw perspective. Some sad stories from most of them. Peter stumped up for the extra wine this time and it was needed to drown the sorrows or just to relax.

Chris, Jenny, Marie, Debbie, Peter, Margaret and Max all went back to the Meson La Terrazo which has a lovely cool terrace area. Marie and Linda found it on their way to dinner so that accounted for them being one large G&T ahead of us at dinner. We settled down with brandies, G&T's or wine and failing any sort of food we settled for bags of corn chips. As there were fireworks for the end of summer celebrations the owner (Frances) was going home to a nervous dog but partner Rick was staying to serve drinks.

Two rounds was the limit for all of us but as we left Margaret ended up talking to Rick and I ended up talking to Eddie, Rick's barfly mate. We ended up getting back to the house at 12.30am and somewhat the worse for wear.


Margaret Day 1-1
Margaret Day 1-2
Max Day 1-1
Max Day 1-2

1 Comment

Heather Holloway:
September 16, 2017
Seems like you are having fabulous weather for your trip. Love the pictures. Heather
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