It is in this Huelva area where water, wind, air and fire, the so-called noble elements that traditionally sculpt the unique places of the planet, where we could conclude that none of them have not intervened to work this place with a legend label, a place that surprises by its extreme appearances, a place where activity is barely visible, a place where the atmosphere is exhaustingly torrid due to the lack of shelter, a place where almost nobody enjoys touching anything and in which the young pine forests that inhabit it seem indicate that non of that place or that it does not belong, a place where time seems to have stopped, but still and despite all the above mentioned is a place with charm, a place that is passionate and a place that attracts curious passersby to In short, it is a coveted place, but who could have been its author? We could not ask. Well look, who has left us this unique landscape that causes us admiration is neither more nor less than the human species, the most reviled of all those that intervene in our planet and that in this quasi-bordering place of the Iberian Peninsula has been acting from something more than fifty centuries and especially in the last of them all has been depositing such detritus or waste products of their productive activity that as a result have configured, paradoxes of life, an environment that we usually locate in other planetary crusts but that it causes us to dream and we marvel. On a hot day in May I was observing this paradise where a river flows whose water does not have the usual blue color and a reused train track but both, in unison and with a certain parallelism, without hurry but without pause, are dropped in search of a blue Atlantic. Settled in a traveling I was rescuing these images of this apocalyptic place of controversial genesis but that after his evaluated observation is able to break with the topical acquisitions of the beautiful ...