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En silvicultura se llama "Árbol Lobo", a los ejemplares que se caracterizan por ser un pie con un tamaño mayor que los que le rodean por causa de una edad superior o tener mayor vigor que ellos, por lo que destacan de un modo especial en el paisaje, como el ejemplar de esta imagen, de cuya magnitud y porte solo podemos adquirir una idea aproximada con la comparativa de los ejemplares del entorno.
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El banco de estar de p.m.😂
Bueno, o el banco de los lobitos. Era muy raro que este asiento del puerto no estuviera colonizado por un lobo de mar en actitud, como podréis ver, muy muy preocupada.😉
Un abrazote!
0531 Point Lobos California
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Almost miraculously, Point Lobos escaped development as it passed from one owner to another. There was once a whaling station and a granite quarry here, a shipping point for a coal mine, and the site of an abalone cannery. Much of Point Lobos was once proposed as a town site. Finally, the land was acquired by an owner who appreciated its unique qualities. When, with the help of the Save-the-Redwoods League, it passed into the trusteeship of the State of California in 1933, Point Lobos still had much of its primitive, wild character. The most beautiful areas of the Reserve can be seen only on foot.
/// Lobos lagoon dock, Buenos Aires, Argentina.
/// Muelle de la laguna de Lobos, Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Rock detail, Point Lobos, Eddie Weston Beach, California coast. fujichrome, scanned from the archive. Loved this place but I was there so briefly...
Point Lobos: where the land meets the sea, where the often ferocious surf pounds and sculpts the shoreline, tearing, chewing and eroding the granodiorite and Carmelo Formations. At once beautiful and raw, relentless and indifferent, gorgeous and dangerous: all qualities that encapsulate the 19th century notion of the sublime, the sense that nature is equally gorgeous and terrifying, equally awesome and unpredictable, a force to be contemplated but always respected. Point Lobos, for me a home away from home, a place that I come to nearly every year to shed away all the trappings of city life, to reconnect with that awe that this wondrous and raw place contains, a place that inspired wonderful photographs by Edward Weston, Ansel Adams, and Cole Weston, a place that fueled the creativity of novelist John Steinbeck, the poetry of Robinson Jeffers, the paintings of Percy Gray and Guy Rose, a place that offers spectacular breathtaking beauty where you can witness thousands of cormorants nesting, gray whales migrating, seals basking in the sun, pelicans flying in formation, sea otters frolicking, the sea battered Monterey Cypress struggling and the sea ever moving, ever eroding, ever ebbing, a place where one’s reliance on the human construct of time slips back into the random unpredictability of existence, reminding one of the impermanence and transience of our unnecessarily cluttered lives.