On my last walk, I realised that autumn is already over in the region where I live, and, today, the first snowfall has confirmed it. The forest ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. But on some trees, a few leaves still cling on, held up by the threads of a spider’s […]
In November, the landscape rapidly evolves towards winter. Some trees have already lost all their leaves, while others still retain all their leaves in a huge variety of colours ranging from green to yellow. In this month, we can still find beautiful autumnal scenes. Enjoy them! Noviembre En noviembre, el paisaje va evolucionando rápidamente hacia
In general, my photographic excursions take place in natural spaces. For this reason, one comes to believe that, despite the news, the various environmental and citizen movements that demand a more respectful life for all living beings on our planet and Nature are achieving a better world with great effort and struggles of various kinds.
Man’s a filthy creature Raping the land and water and the air Tomorrow may be too late?, Now’s the time that you must be aware Nature’s disappearing Polluted death is coming, do you care? – Nature’s disappearing. John Mayall. In 1970, John Mayal recorded an album, USA Union, which included the song Nature’s disappearing. Fifty-five
As I do every autumn, I visit an old, neglected meander of the Neckar river near the birthplace of the poet Friedrich Hölderlin. Today, this spot is a protected nature reserve, which is crossed by a small, slippery path and, thanks to a few fallen trees that cross the path, there are no rushing cyclists
As I walked along a riverbank looking for something to photograph, I came across what I initially thought was a dead tree. After setting up my tripod and camera, I began looking for a composition that I liked. As I examined the tree more closely, I began to ask myself questions that I could not
And here is my advice – go slow and take the pleasures and sceneries as you go. – John Muir So I did it.
On the hottest expected day of the last heat wave of July, I woke up early in the morning and went out looking for the rest of the cool night air. As I approached the banks of the little stream that flows throughout the western boundary of the municipality, I heard the murmur of a
Yes, I know, strictly speaking, winter begins on 21st December, so, November ist not yet winter. Nevertheless, these last days of November, the landscape is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the temperatures are below 0º C, consequently, I may say, winter. As I said in my last post, November, a gray, cold
I have curled mid the boles of the ash wood,I have hidden my face where the oakSpread his leaves over me, and the yokeOf the old ways of men have I cast aside. Ezra Pound. Personae. After a cold and rainy May, June hat brought unusual hot days, days during which the people spread across