The plain stretches out below the purple mountains, as a herd of horses run and scatter yellow dust up into the dull green grasses. There is a sense of silence to the valleys, a huge openness of space and of a movement of light across the landscape that tricks you into thinking that the very wind or sky is alive.
A bright freshness, a crispness of air, where colours seem more bold, more contrasting, more fluid. The light changes the very mood or shape of a valley, from soft to harsh and back again. This wildness is emotional and the weather changeable in an instant.