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Иногда бывают такие моменты, когда наступает внутреннее спокойствие и умиротворение. Нет нужды куда-либо спешить, нет незавершенных дел, нет мгновенных прихотей. Эти моменты, словно капли легкого летнего дождя, наполняют тебя гармонией и силой. Тот вечер был именно таким.
Мой фотографический азарт давно прошел, и камера мирно покоилась на штативе, ожидая быть убранной в темный рюкзак. Я сидел на большом, чуть холодном валуне, наблюдая как последние лучи солнца покидают долину, и она погружается в тягучую тень. В руках я вертел сосновую шишку, пытаясь вспомнить момент, когда она оказалась у меня в кармане. Теперь зрелище разворачивалось высоко в небе, где разбивали свои краски яркие оттенки оранжевого и розового. Солнце, как будто терзая горизонты, медленно опускалось на западе, заливая мир вокруг мягким светом и лишь самые высокие горы нежились в его лучах.
Каждая минута казалась вечностью. Я чувствовал, как ветер окутывает и убаюкивает меня, нежно шепча свои таинственные истории. Издалека доносились трели птиц, гул ручья и шорох листвы, сопровождая мою медитацию. Каждый вдох наполнял мои легкие чистым горным воздухом. Этот прохладный аромат горных высот, смешивающийся с теплом уходящего дня, казался мне целебным.
Закат продолжал разгораться, превращая небо в огромную палитру, где каждый цвет был необычайно живым и насыщенным. Я думал о том, как много в жизни бывает мимолетных вещей, но как же хочется запомнить этот момент, каждую секунду, каждую краску, каждую мысль, что возникла в голове. Бережно уложив шишку на нагретый мною валун и нарушив покой своей камеры, я целиком отдался азарту, который разгорался с той же силой, что и закат.
Sometimes there are moments when inner peace and tranquility descend upon you. There’s no need to rush anywhere, no unfinished tasks, no fleeting whims. These moments, like drops of a gentle summer rain, fill you with harmony and strength. That evening was exactly like that.
My photographic enthusiasm had long passed, and the camera rested peacefully on the tripod, waiting to be stored in the dark backpack. I sat on a large, slightly cold boulder, watching the last rays of the sun leave the valley, and it plunges into viscous shadow. I twirled a pine cone in my hands, trying to remember when it had ended up in my pocket. Now, a splendid sight unfolded high in the sky, where bright shades of orange and pink were mingling. The sun, as if tearing the horizons apart, slowly dipped in the west, bathing the world around with a soft light, leaving only the highest peaks to bask in its rays.
Each minute felt like an eternity. I felt the wind enveloping and lulling me, gently whispering its mysterious stories. From afar came the trills of birds, the murmur of a stream, and the rustle of leaves reached me, accompanying my meditation. Each breath filled my lungs with pure mountain air. The cool scent of the mountain heights, mingled with the warmth of the passing day, seemed healing to me.
The sunset continued to intensify, transforming the sky into a vast palette where every color was extraordinarily vibrant and rich. I pondered how many fleeting moments there are in life, yet how deeply I wanted to capture this instant, every second, every hue, every thought that arose in my mind. Carefully placing the pine cone on the warm boulder I had heated and breaking the tranquility of my camera, I surrendered wholeheartedly to the excitement that flared up with the same intensity as the sunset.
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Rock pool on the beach at La Fontanilla, Conil de la Frontera, Spain.
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Rock pillars in the Cataract Gorge, just a short walk away from the city centre of Launceston in the north of Tasmania, Australia. The gorge features several similar rock formations, which are popular climbing spots.
Camera: Canon PowerShot G12.
Edited with GIMP.
Rock cities (Lessinia landscape) 20231011
The Lessinia landscape observed from the outside has conspicuous surface (epigeal) karst phenomena: dolines, basins, sinkholes, monoliths, rock cities.
The best known surface phenomena are dolines and rock cities: the former are funnel- or bowl-shaped depressions, always related to tunnels, cavities or caves.
In contrast, the monoliths that give rise to rock cities are the result of erosion, mainly of meteoric water on the surface layer of Biancone and subsequent penetration into existing fissures in the Ammonitic Red.
Floating Rock, The Narrows, Zion National Park, UT.
The 'Holy Grail' for me on this trip to Utah - at last I managed to hike all the way to Floating Rock.
It actually didn't look that interesting as I approached from downstream, but once I was on the upstream side the light was wonderful.
Another one of the rock formations at Widemouth Bay.
I know very little about geology but have read online that these are Silesian, mostly from the Bude Formation and date back to the Carboniferous period, more than 300 million years old. They were formed in a giant tropical lake (Bude Lake) that folded when Britain and France collided.
There a series of small peaks and troughs before we reach the actual summit of Creag Leacach. This means clambering through steep boulder fields like this before we can finally rest! You can see now why the name Creag Leacach translates as 'The Slabby Crag'.
Glas Maol (meaning the grey green hill) is my 18th Munro and stands at a height of 1068 meters (3504 feet). Creag Leacach (meaning 'the slabby crag') is my 19th and stands at 987 meters (3238 feet).
A colorful locomotive consist leads Burlington Northern Santa Fe HKCKPAS westbound through Rock Creek between Bonita and Clinton, Montana, over MRL’s Third Subdivision on October 15, 2000. MRL No. 301, a former Clinchfield/CSX SD45-2 leads the train. Trailing are BN SD60M No. 9214, BNSF GP39M No. 2876, former Santa Fe SD45-2 No. 6471 and GE B40-8 No. 8616. The empty grade between the train and the Clark Fork is Milwaukee Road’s Pacific Extension right-of-way. For 35 years until 2018, Rock Creek was popular in some circles for its annual ‘Testicle Festival’ known as ‘Testy Fest’ each summer at the Rock Creek Lodge, that featured a wild celebration surrounding music, beer and consumption of ‘Rocky Mountain Oysters.’ Their advertising once stated, “You’ll have a ball! If you miss it, you’re nuts!”
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