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fall / The beauty of old thistle

admit that for me, one of the great advantages of the blogosphere, is that I use "window of disengagement." I mean, when you tired, saturated...- to the comb, which would a friend - writing news, articles, reports ... with an informational or literary style, more or less care, and very, very specific issues, from time to time, you feel like say what you feel, what you see, or hear, without equivocation or half measures, with an oral language closer to that in writing ... That's what I do, or try to do, rather, in the blog.

If we add the above to my fondness for "give me the hill", not goats, but camera at the ready ... things start to gain some degree of danger ... Yes, folks, in the mountains, with time and a camera in hand I am highly dangerous, why? Because I stop to photograph all sorts of details and minutiae, leaves, bugs, hips ... that, at some point, capture my attention and lead me to thoughts absurd, then also I endeavor to share with you @ s, poor sufferers! via blog.

Thus, in one of my recent trips, including hips , ochres and litter ... abstract photography, I came suddenly to mind the familiar phrase, which undoubtedly have heard or ever spoken: "@ faith is a Scotch thistle!" . And you can not help but wonder internally ...- I have not reached the point of talking myself in the middle of the mountain ... everything will come, " who invented the phrase noses? Who was the bright lights that had occurred?

I confess that I entered this unease, until I came to check unsuccessfully San Google, "the patron saint of desperate and those who, like me , questions a little pilgrimage to see if he found out the origin of that and used expression ... Neither of these, not even San Google had an answer ...

What I was clear after seeing a few pictures, "such that all network share, is that the father of comparison had not seen a thistle in your life ... either that or that, as pointed out by another popular saying, "is done to taste colors" . Taking into account and respecting the latter point, I plan with this post claiming the beauty of the thistle.

I've caught disheveled, pollarding, outdated and no makeup and still, in the fall, free of flowers and color, I still find beautiful. Simple, but beautiful. So, friends, personally, I pledge to you marched no expression ever. Indeed, I feel flattered and honored even if some disgruntled ex-boyfriend, friend or boss angry renegade, remembering me, compare me with a Scotch thistle ... is that, following the general trend of the post, "who can not be consoled because they do not want to" or because you do not leave ... "I say and conclude.

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Portraits: Fall Huebra

View Folded church at dusk, from Mount

Today the bells have stopped ringing. The noise from cars, factories, tractors, bars, sirens, clubs ... has left them mute or not ... Maybe, just maybe, we who have become deaf ... Those who do not know how to listen. Bells once served in towns and cities to warn of the proximity of a storm, fire or Huebra call to report the birth of a boy or a girl, to mourn the dead ...

So the portrait of today, starts with the ringing of a bell.

church bell Folded

Tam, tam, tam. In the month of October. It was barely seven o'clock. On top of the bell, the sexton, Sheriff's instructions, Huebra touched. At home, Aunt Paca was the last turn to the second omelette, made with six eggs that morning. " Just in time," she thought upon hearing the call.

spread a cloth on the table, he placed it on a piece of brown paper and laid there the first tortilla. Another piece of paper and finishing off the second tortilla. He took the four corners of the cloth, as a serillo knotted, and placed in a wicker basket, along with a jar the first year quince paste, bread, and half cheese.

black scarf was placed over his head, grabbed the basket and went to the plaza. Aunt Paca, was the only woman who came to all Huebro. Unlike others, she did not have to pay the fee to go in place of her husband. Was bad enough already. Next to the chariot drawn by two oxen, a dozen men armed with axes, saws and boots of wine and two or three women who, like Aunt Paca, were loaded with baskets or serillos. All had come to the call of the Huebra October. Touching wood supply houses for winter. They let the tools and food in the car and on foot, slowly, as the sun peaks desperazaba after they reached the mountain.

The work was well distributed, men were responsible for cutting firewood and clearing the forest and, while women were piling logs and branches, forming bundles or sheaves. So, until lunchtime, around noon. There was always someone who sounded the alarm, "pulls, is over for today, eat, it's time" - or something similar. They threw a blanket or a couple of them on the grass and there they lay all about the food: tortillas, cheese, sausage, bacon and even a lamb stew, dessert wine and pasta, quince and caramel.

Completed work , dropped the bundles and the bundles to the car and returned to town singing. In the afternoon, made the drawing of lots. Aunt Paca as a woman and alone, always satisfied with the smallest. To her, it was sufficient for the winter.

A neighbor, Toño, a few days ago, near the firewood pitero,

freshly cut

Note: October is still FOLDER, the preparation of the winter months, some more, some less, seeks to fill the bread basket of firewood. No longer is summoned Huebra, although this formula is still used, and no bell at least once a year to clean up piles and ditches clear. Incidentally, here also speak of the Huebra and is precisely the picture of piety, which has inspired this "portrait." ;-)

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Thai Corner: The rivet

Lately I'm a bit "liadilla" and I have somewhat neglected the blogosphere. Also, I think the muse has deserted me. Fortunately, Thai has decided to recall your corner and continue their stories. Today offers a literary tour to the rivet. The pictures have been taken this afternoon Carlos and myself (C + C). Enjoy it! Ah! and if you want to see a picture, you can click here.

Rocio one of the young men, was giving her dogs a ride on the road ahead. Occasionally had to call their pooches to run not to hear the barking deer, it only returned it to reality, it did nothing to go around the strange event of the belfry. He had already spent a week and had not returned to be evidence of that shadow. It was early autumn and the hill began to be transformed with warm colors before the winter is reached. The oak and were throwing the acorns and the leaves had turned from yellow, and leaves were green bell ... And the rose petals were the wild rose and flowering shrubs in June how he got there what?

Although it may seem, is not the forest, the branches of old oak

decided into the forest, the afternoon sun streamed through the branches of the trees, highlighting the colors of the thorns, with its last fruits hooked even at its branches, the ground covered with acorns and leaves protrude where mushrooms were produced by rain fall and soil heat. That was at least lush landscape, there was plenty of food and beauty, the water returned to run in the streams and the animals took advantage of before the winter is present in all its rigor. On your walk came to the "rivet" a huge oak that the people watching from a bank he was born and grow up today.

Years mushrooms has been attached to the trunk, now part of it, are "warts" as hard as oak wood

long time ago, residents of the village topped, so he would not growing at the top and now the trunk is perfect, it would take three people to embrace it and its fine mocha could place a table with four chairs. It's amazing, a "great treasure" of the people and only a few know, these privileges can not help feeling proud of him, and be part of an old story almost forgotten but still alive. With his stick hit the top of the tree and dragged the brush he found to his surprise and dropped rose petals wilted and dried oak leaves, just as the bell tower. What was happening? He looked around but found nothing. The Oak Leaf was logical but the petals were under way. I was starting to get dark so he went back to town and went to tell what he had seen his fellow .

Text: Thai / Photos: C + C

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Autumn Light, light Sunday

Yeah, sure you title the film reminded Garci. One in which a young lawyer, named Urban, light reflected on Sunday, thought it was different from other days. Today, in the fall, surrounded by freshly plowed fields, trees bicolor, rose hips and wet grass ... I agree with him.

"I know the roads

hikers know the sea, fire, sleep,

land, from the air.

And I know you,

you're in my blood "Miguel Hernández

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Costa Rica: Pura Vida

The destination was Peru dreamed and desired. In the end, late-three days after the wedding, once the agency, as a result, I suppose, from a cross of cables, just in Costa Rica. It was the first time I crossed the pond. My first big trip. And regardless the exhaustion of 11 hours of flight, delays Iberia, Matthew hurricane, mosquitoes, ten days without bread crispy, roads bumpy and many other mishaps, no regrets. We ran out to see the Machu Picchu, the Inca Old Mountain - maybe next time, I hope. Still, it was worth it because, as they say tic @ s, Costa Rica, your country, your home is PURA VIDA.

These two simple words "Pure" and "Life" are for the Costa Rican motto, salute and essence. Personally, I found that also in this Paradise, are met. I promised to return. Meanwhile I'll stick with the kindness and affection without limits tic @ s, with his eternal smile and unforgettable, with his gift instead of giving without asking anything in return, with its simplicity and proximity ...

I prefer the full moon on the beach of Tortuguero and lucky to be able to attend the green turtle nesting, with the taste of a shared Imperial Club de la Culebra, with the sunrise in front of the Arenal Volcano; with the warm waters of Tabacon, with walks, without leaving the path in the middle of the jungle, to sleep with the slippers, if you have to run, with shock therapy is to live with spiders size of the palm of my hand, with the fluttering of the hummingbirds at Monteverde, with the feeling of having flown like a bird, to the satisfaction of having made new AMIG @ S. .. and ultimately said, and pure adventure Pura vida! now, @ s share with you ;-)

Note: Photos are of Carlos, the music is reggae tico "I love" Baby Rasta Band and the assembly is mine is the first thing I do with this program, so hopefully apologize failures. ;-)

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October 8: Day of coexistence in the blogosphere

When I came to this small corner of the Palentina Mountain, just 12 people, harsh winters, with track phones, no mobile connection and much less Internet, someone told me that the fundamental to survive here was learning to live with yourself ". It may seem to live in solitude is the opposite of live. is not true. I've been three years in Folder. I think I passed the test. Now I fully understand the meaning of those words.

Throughout this time, in my many moments of solitude, I have learned to "live" with my faults and my virtues, with my forgetfulness and my creative moments, with my joys and my ranting monumental, with my concern and my passivity, with my wishes and my questions ... Yes, folks, I've learned or rather, I'm learning little by little, to love, to support me as I am, no bends, no half measures, no buts or conditions ...

And that is what I try to convey in my "relationship" with others, because, after all "live" is sharing, respect, listening ... Living is knowing how to ask for forgiveness, accept mistakes, differences ... Interaction is the essence of friendship, love, solidarity, life ...

I got a little more than half a year here, the blogosphere, the cyberworld, I created my own little corner in cyberspace and I started to experience a new form of "living together" based on the same guidelines and with the incentive as "unknown." And here I am, ready to continue sharing, to continue to live and continue to learn ;-)

Note: With this post I want to join the "Day of Coexistence in the blogosphere. " Initiative promoted by Senovilla and Angel , which I realized thanks to Arena. The film, entitled palindrome, I discovered a few days ago, thanks to a friend and today, precisely on this day, I wanted to share with you @ s.

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Autumn in the mountains of Palencia, the bellowing

Each season, each month has its charm in the mountains of Palencia. Fall is magical for many reasons, the ocher, the smell of wet earth and, above all, by the sounds. There is an unmistakable, harsh and frightening, that of the rut.

I confess I have not been able to live close, but I have felt. In large part, thanks to my friend, well-known and widely cited in this blog, Ricardo Fernández. He wanted to share with me and with you all these pictures, taken last week at Resoba, Glaziers, Triollo and Camporredondo de Alba, in the heart of the mountains of Palencia.

I think the pictures speak for themselves, but as the true charm of the rut is the sound, I also leave a video recorded by Ricardo last year, which Enjoy it! ;-)

Note: I'm still recovering from jet lag return Costa Rica, but as soon as possible will download the photos to show you our way through this amazing country, full of life. Ah! and this weekend, little by little, I will be putting up with your ciberrincones. I've missed muuuuuuuucho less! ;-)