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Esta es una imagen de la Garganta del Diablo. El salto más importante de las Cataratas del Iguazú.
Es el actor principal del espectáculo.
La parte izquierda corresponde al Brasil. Y la derecha a Argentina.
Tiene un ancho de 150 metros y una caída de 80 metros.
Para completar esta imagen, he tenido que emplear varias fotos consecutivas obtenidas desde el mirador del lado Argentino.
En la ocasión, dos días después de la foto que realicé del lado Brasilero y que presenté la semana anterior, el clima era adecuado en mi opinión, para las fotos.
Es que lloviznaba persistentemente, y sin la presencia del Sol, el color del agua pura se veía “verde pastel”.
Demás está contarles que, frente a La Garganta del Diablo los corazones apuran su paso.
Es un espectáculo indescriptible. Un ruido infernal. Un movimiento interminable producido por la caída de varios millones de litros de agua por segundo.
Y por la bruma en suspensión que genera el salto, te pegas una mojadura de aquellas, que como decimos por aquí, no se empardan.
Desde la Estación del Trencito del Parque Nacional Iguazú, hay que recorrer unos 1.000 metros caminando en unas pasarelas o puente peatonal (muy seguras, amplias y cómodas por cierto) sobre la extensión del Río Iguazú en su cauce superior. El panorama es inigualable y la compañía de las mariposas en el camino es una caricia al alma.
Luego del recorrido se alcanza el balcón de observación ubicado a unos 100 metros frente al salto mismo.
Que es la vista que estamos observando donde el río parece venirse encima.
Y que espero les guste a Ustedes. A mi me hipnotiza.
También existen otros dos tipos de visitas a las Cataratas desde el lado Argentino. El Circuito Superior y el Circuito Inferior. Pero de eso, si no se aburren, lo veremos más adelante.
Muchas gracias por sus comentarios. Muchas gracias por sus visitas.
Muchas gracias por todo.
Argentina Mayo de 2015
the cape daisies on the terrace are busy and persistent bloomers 😃 This photo is a month old but they are still active 😉 Wish you a happy Friday ☀️ TGIF!!!
Olympus E-M1 Mark II + Olympus 60mm F2.8 Macro
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Persistent crab apples (Malus species, Roseaceae) in winter covered in frozen fog
Menominee Park, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Persistent roots of a cedar (I believe) tree growing beside the Gooseberry River in Gooseberry Falls State Park.
The park is located in Castle Danger, north of Two Harbors, Minnesota.
“People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” – Albert Einstein.
Consistency, persistency, and hope will help you navigate those dark clouds of doubt and tribulation. They will help keep you in flight through your storms.
This image is on the cover of the second installment of the "Blue Daunia" series now available on Kindle on Amazon. The paperback version will follow in a few days. Enjoy!
Our persistent marine layer has deposited dew drops on this lovely decorative dahlia, making it even more beautiful. It is growing in a pot just outside the dining room window.
Happy Wednesday! Take care and stay safe.
Thanks for stopping by and for all of your support -- I deeply appreciate it.
© Melissa Post 2020
For Crazy Tuesday#Abstract
This is actually a failed shot of a water droplet on a dry leaf.
Now let me make you smile.
Whenever I show to my son my abstract works, he asks me "Why persistently you call your failed photos an Abstract?
My answer is
"If we consider the definition "Artwork which takes liberties, altering for instance color and form in ways that are conspicuous, can be said to be partially abstract" , then I don't think it matters how the work came about, but whether the work satisfy this definition."
😄 HaPpY CrAzY Tuesday 😄
This hungry squirrel in my garden, didn't get the memo that the cone was there to prevent it from getting to the bird seed, not to use it as a comfy seat while having a feast, making a mess lol!
Best viewed large.
Happy new week my friends =)
Ermita de Sant Josep, d'Olp.
Sempre es un bon lloc per anar a veure les estrelles amb la persistent companyia d'un pare, gràcies!
This is an image I likely wouldn't have posted, but after an interesting conversation with Flickr friend Flaushi & Friends on a swan she captured out on the ocean, I decided to share.
I had heard there was an owl at the lake not too far from work, so I decided to take a second trip (first trip was unsuccessful) after my shift to look for her. My daughter and faithful Border Collie, Bandit came along on the adventure.
After looking for a short time I spotted her out on the docks and walked around the shore trying to find a half decent angle to photograph her. In the meantime, a pair of mute swans swam over to see if we had brought them any goodies. I ignored them at first, since the owl had my full attention, but one of the two was quite persistent. He (or she) came right up to shore, stood up tall and was almost beak to nose with Bandit. Bandit was quite entertained and went into his usual OCD dance bouncing up and down on his hind legs and licking the ice at his feet. The swan wasn't at all phased and stretched out his long neck with an expectant look on his face. When he finally decided I had nothing for him, he swiftly ruffled his feathers and turned away from me. This was captured as he swam away glancing back with a look of disgust at my insensitivity for showing up empty handed.
#52 Weeks: the 2022 edition
#Week 15: Black and white landscape
An oblique aerial view of the entrance/exit to Baragoot Lake, an estuarine lagoon on the NSW Far South Coast. The character of the connection with the sea is an expression of three variables: fresh water discharge from the land; wave power; and tidal forces. The entrance is usually closed at this site due to the dominance of the waves that readily construct a sandy barrier beach. However, after persistent and heavy rainfall, that barrier can be broached by freshwater outflow, with tidal currents then able to maintain an open channel until wave power becomes dominant again.
Golden Plover persistent and somewhat special whistling tones are very characteristic, and can be heard over long distances. Everyone who has walked in the mountains during the summer in Norway has probably become acquainted with the Golden Plover. At least they have heard the monotonous sound, if they have not seen the bird itself.
In Norway, Golden Plover is found almost all over the country in higher-lying areas. It is quite shy and it usually do not get closer than 20-30 meters.
Even though the Golden Plover is a wading bird, it is not often you see it out in the water in search of food. It is more associated with dry mountains moors, where it also nests. When it gets to cold in Norway, the Golden Plover migrate to Southern and Western Europe.
Photographed with: Canon 600D
Golden Plover persistent and somewhat special whistling tones are very characteristic, and can be heard over long distances. Everyone who has walked in the mountains during the summer in Norway has probably become acquainted with the Golden Plover. At least they have heard the monotonous sound, if they have not seen the bird itself.
In Norway, Golden Plover is found almost all over the country in higher-lying areas. It is quite shy and it usually do not get closer than 20-30 meters.
Even though the Golden Plover is a wading bird, it is not often you see it out in the water in search of food. It is more associated with dry mountains moors, where it also nests. When it gets to cold in Norway, the Golden Plover migrate to Southern and Western Europe.
Photographed with: Canon 600D
Persistent male Yellow-bellied Sapsucker returns to check his work.
Uncommon migrant. Note the faint yellow coloration on his breast.
Some trees seem attractive year after year to these critters. This particular tree located in my rear yard has hosted spring revisits for many years. Also, evidence exists to suggest the running sap also provides a food source to early spring butterflies (Mourning Cloak, Eastern Comma, etc) that do not sip nectar and early arrival hummingbirds.
Persistent cirrus clouds have given southern Arizona beautiful fire skies at sunset and sunrise lately.
persistent internet issues keep plaguing my home. The Tech said it may continue until they can check out the whole neighborhood.
I might be on and off Flickr during this time.
I spotted this rainbow as I headed home from Baton Rouge last month. I kept watching it for the whole half hour driving time and couldn't find a good spot to pull over until I was a couple of miles from my house. Even after stopping and snapping a few, I could still see it through the trees at my house.
But that's not the important thing. The important thing is that this shot has a fence in it for Happy Fence Friday... :)
A pesar de la lluvia persistente, el paisaje del lugar no dejò de sorprenderme.
Hacìa 25 años que no hacìa este camino, nuvamente lo encuentro imperdible.
This late day storm traveled over 100 miles from northwest of me over a 3 hour period and still had some punch left. Luckily, it passed south of me.
Nothing can withstand the ocean. It is patient and persistent. Sooner or later, it will go over you, under you, or through you.
This rock reminds me of a fallen tree lying in the forest, continuing to support all surrounding life, and slowly giving itself back to the forest in a beautiful surrender. The wise old rock has already journeyed through many eons.
Every so often, big waves come surging in. I’m standing well back from the edge of a crumbly cliff, apprehensive, watching the deafening turmoil below. The sea is going wild and baring her big white teeth. Only seagulls can frolic here.
Until today, I had not known about this particular arch. It’s somewhat hidden. I found it by following some footprints that made me curious. When I unexpectedly laid eyes on it, I think that for a moment, like in some kind of dream, I stepped into an experiential echo. The same awe I felt on discovering this arch has been repeating itself through countless generations of human coastal dwellers.
Camera: Nikon D300
Lens: Tokina 12-24mm
Exposure: 2.5 sec (5/2)
Aperture: f/22
Focal Length: 12 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Persistent Chipping Sparrow putting the full body press on a sunflower seed.
Very common migrant and Summer resident.
Chapter VII: The Preparations
The style card and credits here
Nagato consulted his tablet for the latest instructions. The orders were clear: the next target was Fermilab, near Chicago. However, a persistent doubt gnawed at him. He had been infiltrated for several years in the 11th and 12th centuries, an arduous and lonely task that had cost him much of his personal life. Although the purer air and freedom to move without restrictions on Earth's surface offered some respite, he constantly longed for his real family and a special person he hoped to share his life with. The message he had just received reminded him of the danger of his mission; he had almost lost his life in the last incursion. This near-death experience increased his doubts about whether he was on the right side and the true purpose of his missions.
As he prepared in his hideout, Nagato reviewed the plan meticulously. He needed to infiltrate Fermilab, locate the core of the particle accelerator, and destabilize it without being detected. While preparing his equipment, his thoughts grew darker, remembering moments with his family and the person he left behind. Determined not to fail, he checked his tools one last time. With a mix of determination and doubt, he set off for Fermilab, questions about his loyalty and mission purpose weighing heavily on his mind. Despite the uncertainties, he was ready to face the challenges ahead, protect those he loved, and discover the truth.
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A persistent pattern of extremely warm and dry weather has suddenly given way frequent downpours. Rain seems to materialize out of nowhere and without warning. Air temperature drops ten or more degrees in just minutes, only to rebound once the storms move on. This morning brought another round of storms. Unlike the stealthy ones of the past few days, the arrival of this completes was heralded by ominously dark skies that actually caused the streetlights to illuminate. Thunder rumbled seemingly for miles creating the 'bowling alley' effect where the sound emanates from one point of the compass clear across to the opposite. Lightning split the sky open several times, impossibly bright even in daylight. I winced instinctively timely several times in response to the intense flashes of light. The storm churned north of the village for some time, creating stunning visuals but without precipitation. These are the moments I live for, experiencing the wrath of Mother Nature but at a reasonable safe distance. Finally I began to get peppered with ice cold droplets of rain. Not a soft summer rain that you don't mind being in. This was hard rain, stinging to the touch. Rain like this serves as a warning of what's ahead and I've learned to heed it. This forlorn pair of figurines, a Madonna and Virgin Mary, stand lonely vigil over a grave about to get blasted. You can almost sense the resignation of the distant figure: 'oh not again.' The head had broken off of the other figure, but had been reattached (as if no one would notice). Even the gash across the neck could not quell the look of defiance; unbowed even by the intensity of the impending storm.