Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more;

   Wanderer, there is no road, the road comes by walking.

   Walking becomes the road, and turning to look behind

   You see the path that you will never return to tread.

   Wanderer, there is no road – Just foam trails upon a sea.

                       Antonio Machado (1875-1939)       Caminante no hay camino

Photography: Ben Gritten