This weekend I returned to a place that never stops surprising me: Acantilados de Papel. Every visit reveals something new, carved by time, wind and the relentless force of the ocean.
For this image, I focused on what defines these cliffs the most — the endless network of cracks, folds and textures in the rock. Those fragile-looking layers, shaped like sheets of paper, create natural lines that guide the eye straight towards the sea.
I wanted a composition where the rock formations themselves would lead the visual flow, while also including two familiar landmarks. One is the rock I call The Face, marked by a large hollow that feels almost like a watchful eye carved into the stone. The other is The Funambulist — a massive rock balanced right on the edge of the cliff, enduring storms, tides and strong winds year after year. It has been standing there for centuries, and who knows how many more it will resist.
The warm light of sunset helped reveal every fold and crack, enhancing the tactile quality of the cliffs. This place is a true study of geological texture and natural design — solid, fragile and timeless all at once.
These are the landscapes that remind me why I keep returning to the coast: places where the Earth folds, resists, and quietly tells its story.
Do you see faces and figures hidden in the rocks too?
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