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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!
Finally got the Namaari hair, this is what I came up with first. Made some upgrades to the Main Man and tacked on that thing on the right to round out the group.
Left to right: Crush, Lobo, Lobo (New 52)
/// 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.
Mural popular de azulejos, maltratado. Normal.
Aún hay vándalos por la zona. Y alanos. Y niñatos.
¡Ay, Tania, Tania...! Haz eso en el dormitorio de tus padres.
El 14 de marzo es el aniversario del nacimiento y muerte de Félix Rodríguez de la Fuente y al igual que otros muchos me gustaría rendirle un pequeño homenaje con esta foto de sus grandes amigos, los lobos, tomada en el Centro de Interpretación del Lobo Ibérico.
Our Mr. Lobo has grown exponentially as they do.... he's just turned 7 months and of course is full of the expected puppy mischief of stealing and digging.
I love this photo that I took......he was exhausted after a full day of running, playing, chasing, swimming...totally pooped. Such a darling...
Photo from: Jennifer (Australia)
A lone wolf (the Lamar pack alpha male, I was told by a Park Guide) checking the willow stands along the Lamar River in Yellowstone National Park in May of 2011.
When wolves were reintroduced into the Yellowstone ecosystem in the mid-1990s, there were few willows along the Lamar River. After humans hunted wolves in Yellowstone to nonexistence 50 years earlier, the elk population exploded, and herds over-browsed the willow stands. Soon, the willow were nearly gone and there were other deleterious effects on the habitat, too. Within a decade after being reintroduced, the wolves had set that right and vegetation along the Lamar River valley was returning. Elk populations in Yellowstone declined of course, but they have also retreated away from the river valleys and are not threatened. Definitely, they are not browsing the vegetation as much. An old story, but one that I love.
I was also told by one of the Park guides that several days previously to this a lone wolf had brought down and eaten an adult elk. Ravens joined in, too, I bet.