Cliffs of Moher is wonderful place in southwestern edge of the Burren region in County Clare, Ireland. They run for about 14 kilometers. On Cliffs of Moher I mixed my steps with a thick and stinking mud, on a dark and sharp rock, 'dry' and humid at the same time, phrasing with a fine and pervasive rain: it entered in every fold of clothes. Despite of these hostile elements, the flowers bloom in the cavities of the ancient limestone, and nature, strange to say, abandons its…
@barnabo in December 2021
Finisterre, Spain 2010. Il nome Finisterre deriva dal latino 'Finis terrae', cioè il 'confine della terra' in quanto il punto più occidentale della Spagna peninsulare. La costa è detta 'costa della morte' per i numerosi naufragi e annegamenti di pellegrini avvenuti negli anni, dovuti alla pericolosità delle sue acque. La scogliera è rocciosa, ed è consuetudine abbandonare qui, sulla scogliera ripida e scoscesa, un indumento o un qualcosa di vecchio, come anche raccogliere…
The last promontory, together with its lighthouse, is shrouded in fog. The foam of the ocean can be only glimpsed, an hundred meters below. The ocean can only be guessed, it is the unconditional beyond, pure imagination food. This fog is a blessing because it makes me understand that the "true beyond" is what is not yet seen, it would have been too banal for it to reveal itself and appear in the form of rocks, waves and clouds, too obvious. A panorama, also infinite, is not…
In Finisterre it is an habit to leave a personal object, to abandon it hanging by a stone or in a bush. An object that maybe binds us to some of our past experiences, painful or not. It is left to leave again lighter. A friend of mine throws on a cable a pair of old shoes with which he made the walk, and he had to throw them many times to get the rope. He would like to stop to look at them once again, to greet them, but he fails, he ran away, towards the 'earth'.…
Ski mountaineering on my mountain. Appennino tosco emiliano, 12.12.2021
To be beautiful, mountains must have graceful lines, to be more beautiful they must be covered with snow. Because of rocky cliffs are to snow-capped peaks as skeletons are to flesh and blood creatures (F.S. Smythe)
Two days ago I took my ski and I went to Croce Arcana, on mountain between Tuscany and Emilia Romagna (Italy). In the wood no wind and magic light effect between frozen trees and branches.
Croce Arcana, december 2021. On the ridge between Tuscany and Emilia Romagna there was a strong wind: I saw river made by frozen snow, and my camera has suffered a bit for low temperature. I had my wooden mask from Perù, so my face didn't get frozen! Apparent temperature was about -27 degrees. This condition is usual in this place: the humidity from the Mediterranean sea meets low temperature, and all things get frozen.
Sunset on Libro Aperto. Appennino tosco emiliano, Italy #mountain #sunset #clouds
Twin trees at sunrise. #fog #trees #sunrise #wood
In Finisterre it is an habit to leave a personal object, to abandon it hanging by a stone or in a bush. An object that maybe binds us to some of our past experiences, painful or not. It is left to leave again lighter. A friend of mine throws on a cable a pair of old shoes with which he made the walk, and he had to throw them many times to get the rope. He would like to stop to look at them once again, to greet them, but he fails, he ran away, towards the 'earth'. There are…
Today sea of clouds. Here Monfestino castle, Serramazzoni (Italy) Appennino tosco emiliano. #seaofclouds #castle #clouds
Sea of clouds, December 2021 Appennino tosco emiliano. #seaofclouds #clouds #fog
Sea of clouds, December 2021 Appennino tosco emiliano. #seaofclouds #clouds #fog
Happy holiday from Fivizzano! This huge Christmas tree plenty of light and color has been located inside the Old Town of Fivizzano, in front of the castle. Appennino tosco emiliano, Lunigiana. #christmas #christmastree #holiday
Nelle leggende dei popoli che vivono oltre gli oceani Gli amplessi con la terra per vincerne la sterilità E rinnovano i cicli della vita alla luce dei falò Ma sedendo quietamente l'autunno viene da sé Le litanie delle donne dei villaggi dell'Indonesia Davanti ai simboli di pietra invocano la fertilità Ma intanto l'universo geme nelle doglie del parto Quelli che sanno le cose non parlano E vedi il sole nella pioggia E il sole nella pioggia Nelle valli dove le acque scorrono…
Cima della Croce, Vallone d'Arpy, Valle d'Aosta