Against Giants

Here, where the sand whispers and the horizon blurs into a pale sky, great white giants turn with the wind, silent and indifferent. We are small figures in their long shadows, pilgrims on a sea of shifting earth. Our scale is lost against their mechanical grace.

It is a scene that recalls Quixote's quest, yet these are not imagined foes. They are the colossi of our own age, monuments to our ingenuity that, in turn, remind us of our own fleeting stature. To stand before them is to feel the weight of the world and the lightness of your own being, all at once. Whether facing the turbines or the endless ocean, the feeling remains.

This is a quiet conversation between the monumental and the momentary, a portrait of humanity measured not by its dominance, but by its brief, beautiful presence in a world far grander than itself.