I open this extended essay with a moody landscape evoking the mythical nature of the place itself. The first Spanish explorers to map the Galapagos were convinced they could see these islands move. They called them "Las Encantadas" -- the "Enchanted Isles." I feel just such a ghostly presence in this image -- the huge rock echoes the jagged shape of the cloud moving behind it, skeletal trees bow to the wind, and a small robed figure seems to lurk within its rocky hollows.