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El Cerro de Hierro


Workings of yesterday beneath a painted sky

Like the beetling brows of a grumpy ancient mariner, black clouds gathered over the jagged silhouette of the Cerro de Hierro. Rain threatened, an atmosphere or timelessness hung over the rocks that had been sculpted both by nature and long-gone hands.

Work was hard and rewards were few in the days when these mines were worked. Now, open cast structures stretch ragged fingers towards the sky exposing the multi-coloured layers that, for millenia, were hidden from view.

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