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.El paisaje de montaña de la Isla de La Palma ha sido excavada por el incesante paso de las aguas a lo largo de miles de años; la erosión ha formado una profunda hendidura en la que crece el bosque de helechos gigantescos, laureles, tiles, palos blancos, barbusanos, viñátigos… que proliferan favorecidos por las condiciones climáticas.
This is the magnificent Golden Hour at Bosque Del Apache Bird Sanctuary. It had taken us three days to get here and from what I was seeing, it was totally worth it.
The heat hit me as I got out of the truck. I had to witness this impressive landscape. Breath the air. Smell the land. Listen to the sounds of such a remarkable but different countryside. I snapped a few shots, embracing the light. I could not believe the superb colour that was before my eyes. The sky was so blue. The soil beneath my feet so red.
It was silent, so still. Not a sound, except, what was that? A tiny, almost inaudible rustling, right in front of me, amongst the tall, thick, fiery orange grasses. Yes - the grass was moving - ever so slightly. There was no wind. What could it be?
I moved with conscience stealth closer and closer with my camera ready. The sound encompassed about twenty feet to my right and another twenty feet to my left. I watched and moved closer to the edge of the road.
I saw it! OMG! One, two, three, four. I called to my husband to get out of the truck and see what I was seeing. Five, six, seven, eight...
Philip walked over to where I was standing and we both stood in utter disbelief!
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve Javelinas! They look like pigs but they are in the same family as the Hippopotamus. What a treat!
Forests, trees, sunsets and treasures...
Bosques, árboles, atardeceres y tesoros...
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Sony A7 + Helios 58mm f.2.
The moon was setting in the west as the sun was coming up in the east. It's a little grainy because the ISO was 3200.
Taken in Bosque del Apache NWR.
"...Aquel día el bosque, decepcionado, calló. Al siguiente entonó la alegre canción en que imita a la presa del molino. Los pájaros volvieron. Ningún árbol tornó a pensar en convertirse en sillas y en trincheros. La fraga recuperó de golpe su alma ingenua, en la que toda la ciencia consiste en saber que de cuanto se puede ver, hacer o pensar sobre la tierra, lo más prodigioso, lo más profundo, lo más grave es esto: vivir. ..."
El bosque animado (fragmento) - Wenceslao Fernández Flórez
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Canon EOS 1100D - 50mm - f/4.5 - 1/45s - ISO1600
"The Bosque" refers to a cottonwood forest that borders the Rio Grande. A Bosque's habitat is both unique and diminishing. It’s known as “the Bosque,” which means “woods” or “forest” in Spanish. Its riparian forests provide an oasis of valuable resources for animals and plants living in an otherwise arid Southwest habitat.
However, this is not a photograph of "The Bosque. This bosque is located along the shores of the fledgling Jemez River that follows NM Highway 4. and is a tributary to the Rio Grande. The East Fork Jemez is a National Wild and Scenic River. Several tributaries feed it, some of which drain the Valles Caldera.
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De repente, sin darte cuenta, muy en silencio, una piedra crece en tu interior y tu mundo se tambalea.
Aparentemente todo está igual, incluso una ilusión, quien sabe si pasajera, te permite olvidar que todo va a cambiar.
Piensas que, quizás, pasará algo mágico, que el musgo que la cubre, la hará desaparecer. Y que, en una mirada nostálgica al pasado, lo que fue, seguirá siendo.
No es posible, porque al retirar la piedra, en el mejor de los casos, el rastro de su peso, te marcará para siempre.