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Reserva Nacional Rio de los Cipreses
VI Region del Libertador Bernardo O´higgins
Chile
This stream came down from a huge and tall wall of sedimentary rock. It was great listening to its sound =)
The end of a hike; cross this stream and you are in the parking lot. This is my favorite trail in Rocky Mountain National Park. Each rear I try to pick a destination from this trailhead, and it never gets old to me.
Flowing water, dancing drops
Stream of fate, that never stops
Twisting, turning, shining bright
Swimming with the rays of light
That descend and they fly
Down from the beautiful endless sky
Above the stream that never stops
With it's flowing water and it's dancing drops
A five shot panorama taken on the Wrynose Pass in the Lake District.
Much better in lightbox.
Seen in explore 07/02/13 #176
I've come to a better understanding of wind over the past few months. Think it began last autumn as I observed fallen leaves being lifted off the ground in whirling eddys like mini tornadoes. Amidst this were leaves being pushed along like overland rivers. Fast moving but in relatively narrow corridors. I could see them all around me at times but not feel any wind on my face. I used to think of wind as a sort of monolith...a generic force that pushed equally on all things in its path. But I realize now there is much more subtlety to it. Even in the face of extreme wind storms (and we've experienced many over the recent months), there is much variation. I began to notice the heaviest winds seems to be well overhead, perhaps 100 feet or more off the ground. These are the winds that create the incessant roar as they pass through tall trees and over ridge lines. But at ground level, the winds tend to wax and wane. The higher winds sometimes pushing down to the ground, then spreading out. This is what causes the selective movement I noticed in autumn leaves and later in driven snow and blizzards. That effect was on full display on the day I captured this scene. I was focused on the long shadows, taken with the way they followed the contours of the snow, especially the valleys that formed around the gravestones. Suddenly the wind kicked up some already fallen snow and began to recirculate it. The air was filled with this fine diamond-like dust that conveyed much energy and motion, but left the foreground in sharp focus. Light, shadow, texture, movement, clarity, mistiness, contrast, all in a single frame. Plus the undeniable visual metaphor of winter in a cemetery, death upon death.
Another day in the park, another day to catch the dark. That is to say, both light and shadow help to create some depth in this slow moving stream of water. This time however, I am looking for a slightly different study. My exposure will be even longer than usual, to generate areas of transition in the flow of water.
It is a summer day filled with visitors in Cliff Gilker Park, and many are somewhat taken aback. Of the four bridges in the park, three are now broken and unusable. Two from storms that brought trees down on them, and one from teenagers with little to entertain them, then destroying property. One remains allowing some access to the park, but limited with no way to cross the river, that is created from the waterfalls.