Costa Bravo

I had a dream about Costa Bravo last night. It's in northern spain and I dreamed I was there. In a hotel room. But the thing I didn't know was that I was in some sort of fashion photographer purgatory, a photographer hell. Every day I awoke in the same hotel room. The room was white and bright and clean with a view of the sea that filled the windows. I dream that each and every day I awoke there, before some dreaded fashion shoot and I would meet someone new each time and they would impart some reflection or wisdom to me, and then I would fall asleep and awake in the same room. At the end of the dream I meet my daughter who is on the balcony over the sea. And she tells me something, something that unfurls the nature of ones life to oneself. And then she smiles and we are eveloped in light and thats it.

Costa Bravo.