Jumping vacuum, rivers that are split, water flights. Cataracts are merely geographical, cracks, ruptures, shocks ... but this chaos is perhaps the most beautiful of nature disasters.
The concept of an empty beach often inspire images reminiscent of coconut, white sand and a sea in which you see your feet while looking for shells. But today I propose that we move away from the Postcards and give up the topic.
It is inevitable, the image of a lake invites the nap of the senses, conveys peace and the restless spirit of a traveler often find solace in its banks. The lakes are a good starting point and a beautiful finish.
At that time it wakes up the world. Early wake, coffee and silence: always compensates. Every journey stops at dawn because it is the time of the truce, the point where the traveler understands his whereabouts. Then there is the bustle of stories, the lives of others passing loop, the miles of road ...
Today I want to return to the treetops, atragantarme green, lost in the woods and forests, entangled in vertical landscapes redwoods or impenetrable undergrowth of the jungle. And both the plant world that I come today to tell, I fit in in 7 destinations.
"It happens. The world tends to explode on the horizon. At that time it was burned the day, when the sun explodes, resisting nightfall. At that moment the traveler feels complicit landscape, the road can wait. "
Stones. Only barren rocks, cairns. This is what we have left, most tangible legacy of our ancestors is measured in stones. Yet, We also speak stones beautiful cities, impossible pyramid, of delusions mortuary and sacred temples