One day while accompanying my husband I was exposed to operating stone quarries.
This is certainly not a place for romantic visits. The scenery shocked me.
The observations of “bleeding” stones were like my own “wounds” at that time. I photographed more and more until I was confronted by a “red, yellow and brown wound” in the stone. A real wound.
My loved ones recuperated. I was happy and grateful to see homes being built thanks to the quarried stone and also to witness quarry rehabilitation.