The beautiful giants
Where I am from, mountains are supposed to be green. Exclusively Green. Lush broad-leaf forests and dense vegetation, conifers or even dry forests.. but green nonetheless. Even the highest mountain of the Caribbean, our own Pico Duarte with over 10,000 feet over sea lever is mostly green. Some rare mornings white frost may cover the grasses of Valle Lilís, but that is it.
This winter I traveled with my family to the Colorado. Between snowboarding and taking care of the kids there was little time left, but I made sure to take at least two mornings off to discovered the near by areas. I think I dedicated probably 80% of my lens time to birds, but there is something so special about the other 20%: The Rocky Mountains.
I had read about them in high school, but never before really rationalised it existence much less their true beauty. It’s powerful presence it’s overwhelming The snow-covered peaks and the beautiful creeks that run through them, the ever-green conifers, the marvellous rock formations that are responsible of its naming… there was not enough time to hike or to truly discover what lies up there, but those beautiful giants and all the life that they hold, owe me one… and I intend to collect soon.
Great photos. The one with the water and icicles is fantastic.
Gives me a chill. It’s why I moved to Central America. It’s good to look at cold though, and your photos get the feeling across in a beautiful way. Thanks.
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one day we’ll walk up these mountains, we’ll camp there, and watch sunrise together
( and freeze to death if we don’t cuddle for warmth
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