Autumnal river view from last October..
“After the rains, the mountain stream at the bottom of the valley can be heard all night. It is not pushed from behind but falls with gravity. Heard from a distance, it sighs; close by, it burbles and chuckles, hisses and gurgles. Whirligigs stay in the same places with very slight variations of pattern but the water goes on and on.
The waters before, and the waters after,
Now and forever flowing, follow each other.
“Panta rhei,” said Heraclitus — everything flows and you cannot step twice into the same stream. The flow of water, of wind and of fire is obvious, as is also the flow of thought. The flow of earth and rock is less obvious but in the long run, the hard is as liquid as the soft. Streams and waves never stop moving and yet they are at rest and restful to hear because they are in no hurry to reach any destination. Indeed, they are not going anywhere at all.
When I stand by the stream and watch it, I am relatively still and the flowing water makes a path across my memory so that I realize its transience in comparison with my stability. This is, of course, an illusion, in the sense that I, too, am in flow and likewise have no final destination — for can anyone imagine finality as a form? My death will be the disappearance of a particular pattern in the water.(continued in comment section)
Good morning. I haven't picked up my camera or iPhone for weeks, not sure why, trying to stay on top of things at home and it hasn't left much time for IG. Here's hoping these foggy mornings might help me find my way back. 💚
One of my favourite shots from my previous series, it Devours. Have been reminiscing a lot about New Zealand lately, particularly the North Island which I loved for the contrast between lush vegetation and volcanic activity.
5 місяців тому
Every year it feels like autumn is passing by quicker... 🍂
Do you know why do larch needles turn yellow and fall off? ℹ️
On trees the green color of chlorophyll masks the other pigments in a leaf during most of the year. In the autumn, though, when temperatures cool and daylight grows shorter, the chlorophyll is drawn into the tree (for saving nutrients to use later), leaving behind the other colors in the leaf. In the case of larches, it’s predominantly yellow.
This adaptation of storing nutrients and dropping their needles make larch trees well suited for our tough climate. For example, larch trees are less likely to lose branches from heavy snow loads, compared to evergreen trees that retain their needles. The ability to produce new needles every year also makes larch more resilient to insect and fire damage.
Isn’t nature amazing? 😃
8 місяців тому
Si pudiésemos coincidir en algo acerca de Nueva Zelanda, definitivamente sería que “este país está re loco”. No hay manera de describir la semejante conexión que sentís con la naturaleza; con la madre tierra, con el aire puro.
El otro día fuimos con @_ema_correa a hacer snowboard a Whakapapa Skifield en el Mount Ruapehu 🏔 y por más que pasé la gran mayoría del tiempo en el suelo por ser mi primera vez y caerme cada 2 metros, valió toda la pena del mundo hacerlo y disfrutarlo.
La nieve estaba hermosa y la montaña era inmensa; como si fuese toda para nosotros.
En estos días voy a subir más contenido que capturé con la GoPro así les muestro más de lo que fue ese día, y de mis graciosas caídas también.