Ohi ! salgo sulla collina, una di quelle che rimangono sopra città, la mia collina preferita, direi.
Mi avvio a fare due passi e ... caspita !!
Cos'è ? Un' anaconda ?? da queste parti ?! possibile ? e se deve ancora fare colazione ??
Mi viene in mente una cosa che mi raccontarono quando ero bambino, durante le vacanze estive dai nonni ; successe anni prima che un grosso serpente era scappato da chissà dove, e si aggirava per le campagne polesane, quando una sera, anzi, ormai una notte, un tizio tornava dal bar, e quindi dalla briscolata e dalle "ombre" in Vespino ..
at some point he sees something in the road ..
"is a pipe irrigation .. but who will be the" Mona "that left him in the street!"
and stops to put it aside, even if not because he could not go with the wasp, then
, down from the wasp, is to grab the tube when .. this ...
taac!
There is no more!
type at the bar told him the next day, making for a few days the joke of the country, until we learned the story of the snake and then became one plus one, e.. our friend the wasp could go to drink without its shadows theme of hallucinations!
the remainder of the meadow, I met other animals, smaller, and harmless, fortunately, even if you know, it is said that small animals are also less dangerous in nature at times the rules of the scale subvert it.
I never did hard macro, some shot on the fly, free-hand a flower or a butterfly, I never really are dedicated.
Yesterday morning I decide to put the only macro lens (a Sigma DG-d still rather short, without the multiplier and extension tubes, smooth) I have, I try to be a tripod, and throw myself on the lawn.
It 'really' experience ...
you end up lying on the ground, keeping the most unexpected places, you end up really immerse themselves in a microcosm green. In so doing
'm struck by one of those thousands of drops of water, residual rains the day before that there are still on the stems of this small patch of grass where I am.
I fixed on the bubble .. semiglobo that water looks really a planet apart, seems to Venus, Jupiter hours with its turbulence.
One then expects that nothing happens and yet within a few minutes on the same stem, next to the bubble, you start a bustle.
Nessuno si aspetterebbe una tale mossa in posto non certo alla moda !!
A volte...
il mondo è un prato..
o ancora..
una goccia.
Andrea G. 19/04/2010
