Once upon a time, many, many years ago (about 40 years in fact), there was a man who dreamed of building a castle in the mountains of Boquete, Panama, a castle amidst the towering trees, alongside a burbling stream. He spent days, weeks, months, and years building his castle, concrete block by concrete block. The years passed by and his castle grew slowly, more slowly than his now aging body allowed. One day the man who dreamed a dream died and with him, his dream died, too. His son had no interest in completing his father’s beloved project or dwelling in a castle in the wilderness. And so it stands, so close to completion, amidst the towering trees, alongside the burbling stream, solid, stoic, marred by graffiti and age, a renowned structure which has become a photographer’s dream, a legacy to the man who once dared to dream about a castle in the mountains.
And honestly, there is a burbling stream (occasionally a raging torrent) running by. See?