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Plate 14, Peter McIntyre's Pacific, A H & A W Reed 1966

The sun beat down on a rocky wilderness, bare and shimmering in the heat, yet of them all, this was the country I loved at sight. Nothing jarred. People and huts, rocks and animals, melt into a vast pink and ochre mystery and the sky is washed pale by the heat.

A boy with a donkey, a peasant hut with the hay in the tree, grow from the land like plants, timeless and simple in patient poverty.

Peter McIntyre - Peter McIntyre's Pacific A H & A W Reed 1966