The roots of the olive trees gripped the limestone and the limestone blocks grew into trees.
I drew this in ink dripped on the paper.
I shaped it with a stone and stick.
I hoped it would dry quickly while I drew but the afternoon was drawing on and the sun was no longer hot. I placed it flat to photograph it. The movement disturbed the ink, the pigments merged and the tones were lost. I rebuilt it, applying more wet ink, keeping it flat and still in the sun.
However, my time was done and I needed to walk back up the steep path. I wedged it between two pages with the thought it might leave a print. Instead, the paper adhered to the drying ink.
With hindsight, I should have ripped them apart, leaving torn paper stuck to the ink for another layer. Instead I separated them carefully and wiped of the excess ink. Its looks like this now, waiting to be drawn on again.