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Cycling Path around the Euganean

Un bel check up alla vecchia bici da turismo e sono pronto per la prossima avventura: il giro attorno ai Colli Euganei. Una bella giornata sul finire del mese di maggio è quello che ci vuole per questo giro. Il percorso è un po da inventare, in quanto la zona si presta a numerose varianti e sono molte le località interessanti che vorremmo attraversare.

Troviamo un comodo parcheggio a Bastia, un paesino che abbiamo scelto come punto di inizio del nostro percorso cicloturistico. Siamo già a ridosso dei Colli e mappe alla mano partiamo. Inizialmente la pedalata si svolge su strada normale, per poi deviare lungo una laterale sterrata che ci porta ad aggirare parte del nostro primo colle. Dopo circa un chilometro siamo nuovamente sulla provinciale che seguiamo mantenendo la direzione est. Devono passare circa 8 chilometri (quasi tutti su provinciale ad eccezione di un piccolo tratto su ciclabile ) prima di deviare alla nostra destra verso il secondo colle da aggirare. Troviamo altro sterrato e un passaggio che ha più le sembianze a path. Funny this stretch of rich vegetation .
Back on tarmac and came near a village called 'The Cross', we decide for a first detour to the nearby famous monastery Praglia. Suggestive even this part of travel.
We are again on the right path, with the asphalt that follows us for another 500-600 meters to the next detour along a dirt road (with a base made of crushed stone little too compact for normal bike), which leads us to work around another hill.
About a mile and we are bouncing back to the normal roads, with another hill in front of us around it and then find, after a couple of "snippets" of cycle, for Abano Terme . We are deviating from the path for the second time to forward us in this famous spa town. The goal is square of the Sun and Peace at the Cathedral of San Lorenzo, where there is a sundial clock horizontal solar among the largest in Europe ... beautiful, made of polychrome marble, is surely unique. But Abano is characteristic for the whole context, if only to through the streets of center, where there are numerous luxurious hotels ... a thought to a week of relaxing spa (or not) immediately springs to mind.
retrace our steps to rejoin the original route and proceed in the direction of yet another hill, which graze and then turn south. cross the outskirts of an industrial area and then entered into a dirt road along a canal. A few hundred meters and we are again riding on a paved bottom . The East takes us for a while, until you reach that Montegrotto cross of smear and then resume the route south.
border on a small hill per poi imboccare un viale alberato; da qui seguiamo la viabilità ordinaria per più di 3 chilometri, mantenendo costantemente sulla nostra destra un gruppo di verdi colli. Troviamo la strada chiusa e una bella sorpresa: sta passando il giro d’Italia… che curiosa coincidenza. Fortunatamente la viabilità non si interrompe per i ciclisti, in quanto, in corrispondenza della chiusura stradale, parte la ciclabile che segue il canale di Battaglia e la SS16… la imbocchiamo mentre a lato vediamo passare le ultime vetture di scorta al giro.
Un chilometro e siamo a Battaglia Terme. C’è molta confusione post giro d’Italia… deviamo verso una strada laterale del paese to a park that seems to be a former spa. Here we enjoy a well deserved break lunch.
Back to rejoin the bike path and resume south direction, we find a comfortable fountain for water supplies ... and a nice path of health ... We do not have time. The fund is now dirt and for the next five kilometers takes us a long straight, while to our right you can admire the spectacle offered by Hills Hills. We
Monselice , a country characteristic rising in this part of the province of Padua. The period of a few clicks of remember and then off to ride back to the end gravel . Now is the channel Bisatto that makes us company for the next nine miles, or up to our arrival in the center of Este. Time is running out and gives us less and less space tourist to the photos ... what a pity, we must continue.
still find a channel that Bisatto follow this time heading north. The bottom is excavated for a couple of miles, then go and find a road embankment on asphalt. We are immersed in the beautiful landscape ... (see photo below). Once in
Lozzo Atesino, we leave the channel focus on the country in search of fresh water ... it takes with this beautiful spring day windy but warm. We follow the normal traffic making the last lap of the day around a hill (for the record, the upstream Lozzo). We cross the village of Valbona , after which we find ourselves to be reunited with the channel Bisatto that we follow to the village of Old Vo. Here we begin to follow a new channel called 'Drain Nina'. A mile and we leave the asphalt for a dirt road ... the fund is not really too compacted crushed stone ideal for bike touring. Resist for about two miles and then change course dirigendoci lungo una laterale asfaltata. Ci ritroviamo a Carbonara e ci immettiamo nella viabilità ordinaria. Mancano pochissimi chilometri al termine del tour. Il tempo di rivedere lo Scolo Nina alla nostra sinistra e il cartello ‘ Bastia ’ ci dice che siamo arrivati alla fine… il parcheggio è oramai a pochi metri… siamo arrivati.

Conclusioni : davvero una bella pedalata, in un contesto ricco di vegetazione, ma anche di storia, cultura e tradizioni. Il tracciato finale (vedi profilo altimetrico in calce) è il risultato di una ricerca su internet, ma anche di fantasia e improvvisazione of the moment. The sites lend themselves to very alternative tracks, in fact, vis you the amount of things to see, some diversion is a must. The end result is often so fatigue and dirt, on the whole of 85km, was heard. But the road there is an alternative and it is therefore possible to adapt the course to their needs ... also because the ordinary road has never been too busy. In my opinion the most beautiful part of the district Hills Hills turned out to be the east side, both in terms of man-made, and from that nature. Overall, however, is a tour that I recommend to all lovers of cycling, because you can spend a pleasant day in one of the most charming districts of the peninsula.

R UMMARY :
Geographical area: Hills Hills
Place of departure-arrival : Bastia to Rovolon (PD)
Distance: 85 km (including errors)
Difference max : about 20 m
Total hours hike : about 7am (including lunch)
Judgement: Very nice

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Open Book ..

A premise, the following takes a very personal connotation, who is not interested, change channels now!

The Open Book, Modenese Apennine peak, so called, I believe, I guess because of its shape reminiscent just an open book on the pages, especially from its southern slopes.

They say a person with no secrets, clear, legible, as an "open book" or even "open book" in the sense that you get to an explanation with a person, or with respect to a situation.

Quest'ascensione immediately assumes, invevitabilmente, the character of an 'existential experience.
inevitable to think about my books, not ones that I keep at home on the shelves, but to those, indeed, that, I hold inside.

This book "inside" is closed, full of thoughts, now beautiful, now less, scrambled between rows chaotic hours, hours of lucid expression in which all overlaps turbinosamente, questo perchè, il mio libro è , invece che aperto, chiuso.
Passo dopo passo, grava come un fardello, sempre più pesante e una salita che altrimenti avrei percorso quasi di corsa si fa ardua, a momenti apparentemente invincibile, lo zaino pesa, la macchina fotografica pesa,
quel libro dentro,
pesa.
Devo salire, penso..

"Andrea, sali !"

Intanto il cielo pare riflettermi, ora squarci di meraviglioso, intenso, azzurro, ora nubi plumbee, incombenti, come pesanti coperte.
Il libro pesa sempre più, più salgo, più grava.

la natura è meravigliosa, dicevano gli antichi greci, ma l'essere umano is even more amazing, and this is
is true, however, although this is precisely for this reason, while nature always reward expectations, in bad or good, the expectations, on the contrary, human relationships often end up, almost always disappointing.

think inevitable disappointments, friends, e. .. more friends, the wounds given and received, because at that .. I do not always have to be, but the incomprehensible torment because I am not eligible.
friends who do not understand up to a limit of foreignness, women who do not understand too, and that inevitabibilmente do not like.

My book I've kept closed, I gave up fighting, not asks affection and esteem, love does not ask, you are given, it is useless to weary, and need not always be right.

My book, if you really, was only opened against me by others and myself.
I bore all the blame, even those that do not I deserve, given the injuries I have admitted, those deep, receipts, I have kept silent.

Now that book weighs as volumes of an entire encyclopedia,
weigh,
and pitch is heavy, the breath goes to scramble.

"Andrea, climb!"

"a woman who loves you is not right for all his good qualities" ..

is the only rule d'oro per certe situazioni del cuore, e gli amici o cercano di comprenderti, di non riportarti o ridurti alla loro visione della vita, o cessano di esserlo.

Ma alle regole d'oro finisco sempre per dubitare.
Non amo le certezze, ogni cosa certa porta alla negazione di tante altre possibilità, non amo le soluzioni pronte,
non amo fare finta di nulla, non amo semplificare ad ogni costo,
non amo le menzogne anche quando siano comode, per converso, amo le verità, anche scomode.
Tuttavia,
 la cultura del dubbio va coltivata con il vigore delle braccia della mente e concimata con pensiero rigoroso, irrigata con forza morale,
altrimenti il dubbio finisce per creare solo un deserto, invece che portare nuove fioriture.

Passano nubi cupe come i pensieri.. pensieri su di se, di quanto si sia stati indadeguati, ora di come lo siano stati altri, l'affacciarsi del presentimento umiliante di essere stati ingannati.
La senzazione di nudità inerme che da l'essersi esposti senza che altri si siano scoperti anche solo per un attimo.

Il dover reagire, sempre. Costa fatica, a volte, quando, non si vorrebbe fare altro che nulla, quando si vorrebbe solo chiedere quartiere.


Ho voglia di fermarmi, anzi, non ho voglia di andare avanti, mi sembra tutto così ripido, e grigio sopra.
Il fardello pesa, sempre, di più.

"Andrea sali !!"

reappear moments of blue, bursts with flashes of light.

"Andrea salts!"


The burden weighs, it's always there, however
,
climb!

We are on top ..
alternating light and dark, still, as always. Around
gray in the distance light.

.... A immortelle (right)

Lichens ... (Left)













Resistenti.. piccoli, tenaci.

Sarebbe bello avere solo un poco della forza di questi piccoli esseri.

Schiarisce....
l'escursione inizia ora.. che inizio a scendere..

Apre....

per dove ?

Eppure... fiorisce sempre, la primavera, mi viene in mente una vecchia canzone di Caterina Caselli che faceva " insieme a te non ci sto più ", ma anche  "con il nastro rosa" di Lucio Battisti.

Dicotomie... come il cielo oggi.

Saluto un amico, e mi avvio scendere..

Quanto al librone....


Il librone è sempre lì,
oggi l'ho issato in vetta quasi a calci, spero almeno mi vengano gambe e cuore forti.

Myosotis / Nontiscordardimé

Nonostante tutto..



Andrea G. 25/05/2010

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And there was light ....

(..Statale del Cerreto, Loc. Monteduro, verso il Gigante dalle fumanti chiome..)

Servono altre parole.... ?




Andrea G. 18/05/2010

Malar Bumps Under Skin

L 'Horse Whisperer man who does not, but they like the horses, as .. calippo!

Mi viene in mente il mio amico Cristian, una volta che salivavo ai Campi di Flavona, nelle dolomiti di  Brenta, ormai diversi anni fa (credo fosse il 1998).

Salendo incontriamo due giovani puledri, giovani si capiva, ma cavalli fatti, fisicamente, they scurry back and forth to the extensive grazing, and each tour is drawing ever nearer, showing signs of restlessness.

Cristian starts to get nervous, and asked me that we never want those horses, ostentatious complacency with a man who poses as a rude tell him to feel comfortable that they will not do anything.

Meanwhile, the two fearless horses continued their strange ceremony, really starting to come around, ramps, snort, do not seem too peaceful, if not hostile, to crisis continues to repeat "calm, do nothing, actually I'm not very quiet, we are approaching very much, less than a meter now, and behave as if there wanted between feet. I keep saying "quiet", but I know that a horse is extremely strong and bigger than one person, against his will, even with the best intentions, can 'do really badly, kicking, biting, and so on.

"Quiet" ..

Return ..

"Quiet" ...

The puledrone break the inertia, once again I tip of her dancing, I plant the nose in my face, I'm petrified because I'm afraid I took it away (you know, a face gets used to it , and can 'make comfortable, sometimes ..), but luckily I'm not mistaken for a carrot, but a calippo, I spent twenty inches in the face and tongue after tasting his sorbet goes away with his partner and loses all interest in us.

I kicked up a sweat to climb up there with a heavy backpack, I was salty, he liked.

"quiet ..." and breathed a sigh of relief.

I remember also Michael, who loves horses, loves to mount them, but also eat them, and I always say "but look what they feel they want to eat them, sooner or later and pissed they send you to hell! "I imagine the scene, she arrives, and before you ride the horse began to tremble with fear, then once in the saddle for him is an emotional dripping

'help, now I eat! "

" now I eat! "

But I say, you can 'live like that? poor animals.

horses is not that I do not love them, fear them for the reasons I mentioned above, I like them, are majestic, beautiful

, but I prefer .. see them and see if there are, I do not care, let alone fit them eat ...

In fact for them I have a relationship of admiration, that has nothing to do with any exercise of ownership .. or possessive love.

can see that they know, in fact I come around, I lick, sniff me (I knew the swamp, I had been for hours in the marshes to photograph the Calto)

Caltha palustris

So I find myself wearing them around and are curious and we lose a lot of time with me, luckily I have the gearbox in a car, I have to get directly in the center of the Teatro Carani Sassuolo where the photographic exhibition ... and it's fine that I have the reputation for wild, ma arrivare completamente pezzato e odoroso di fango, acquitrino e bava di cavallo sarebbe stato forse troppo, anche per me.

..Lecca .. annusa..

Penso io, adesso, "mo' me se magnano"... ma non lo fanno, si vede che non sono come le Cavalle di Diomede ,

anche perchè.. io mica sono Ercole !!

Questo è rispetto reciproco, io non li mangio, and they do not eat me.

And everyone lived happily ever after, and not eaten (for now!).

Andrea G. 16/05/2010

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Impression_Soleil Couchant_

Esco to do in the evening.
I leave the little factory, I'm tired, the day was tough, nervous, dusty, bitter and metallic, like the dirty metal, heavy.
But I want air, and the light is beautiful in the late afternoon, clouds are gathering heavy metal, but their is wonderful.
's six middle of the night, I take the camera, I detach myself from the internet, and I leave the house.

Just recently, a half hour before the evening.

Impression: le soleil couchant deliberately recalls, for homology to " Impression: Soleil Levant " by the great impressionist painter Claude Monet, who, in 1872, one hundred years before I was born, (but he did not know, this : D) painted this famous painting by giving her away against her will, to the artistic movement was essential that the 'Impressionism ("c'est un impression" they disparagingly dismissed a critical period in which no one remembers if not for this topic, this Louis Leroy).

One of the things that are more "impressed" in my mind the works of Monet and the Impressionists are their representations "en plein air" sunny fields of ... and .. poppies.
I dreamed, still dream of those bright red spots.
am still amazed at their expanse.

photographed with a long focal lens, in this case a 300 mm zoom without even large apertures results in a scan of plans, in the sense of depth of field (PDC), which allows create before and after the fire zone (PDC of course) in a plot colored spots always more and more confused .. This reminds me a lot do the painting of the Impressionists, and I really like.

Poppies in relaxed,
poppies alone or in small groups.
Here in a wheat field .. the spatial interpretation of this shot is in the sense of perspective depth, clarity and great corner lot.
We used a zoom lens, a Nikkor 12-24 at 12mm and f11 opening.
The ears seem to deliberately surround the big shot, as if to say "who are you what you want" where are you going? ".

here following the philosophy of a totally opposite image.
In this case made with a short canvas, which becomes the medium on a small sensor aps-c, which is a Nikkor 85mm f 1.8, but used here to f4.
The decision not to open more than has been said that the focal length used, the minimum allowed by the optical depth of field even at apertures like f2.8 would have been enough to make clear the entire poppy, which was not in my intentions. A f4 but the subject remains entirely in focus, clarity of optics yield optimum results, however, already getting a considerable detachment of the background.
Here the subject is isolated, decontextualized, although the background you can imagine deliberately. The concept of space here is not in the sense of perspective, but the depth. Here one would bring up Leonardo da Vinci, to continue our parallel to the painting.
Leonardo was in fact the first to give importance to the concept of depth and "density" Understanding how the atmosphere. Note the background in this work, the Madonna of the time .

Here the poppy there ..
but there!
remains behind as a reminiscence of colors.

What you can 'see it as Impressionism was perhaps the most "photographic" between painting movements, so that the theory of those they have developed and applied in practice has much to do with the principles of photography modern, including digital, think of the extreme branch of expressionism, which the "pointillism" , a current that developed the technique to "dots" where the color effect was achieved by combining tiny dots of different colors, making use of key (in practice was a CMYK Profile .. made with oil, tempera and brushes ..) instead of the mix on the palette. This does not address perhaps the modern "pixel"?
not forget how the Impressionist group and the pioneering photographers such as Nadar it frequently, not only in friendship but also of artistic collaboration.
Here I am reminded of the consideration for which, in my opinion, many fotografi moderni mancano spesso di una vera formazione di "visione", vedo molti utilizzatori di macchine fotografiche, ma pochi fotografi e ancor meno artisti. Anche se ho la fortuna di frequentare gente molto brava. Tuttavia non si dovrebbe perdere la dimensione più generale della fotografia come arte visiva, piuttosto che come "tecne", non dimenticando mai che l'aspetto tecnico non è fine a se stesso, ma funzionale al fine artistico, è qui sta la sua importanza.
Avrò modo di tornare sull'argomento in altra occasione.

Sono ormai le sette e mezza..
rientro dai miei campi.. per la cena.

Basta poco, spesso.


Andrea G. 14/05/2010

Mom In Corset And Girdle

_kite_

Lake Sling this morning was quiet.
He expected a wind that would have come and gone without too much effort for the entire day.

L 'kite has always been one of the "games" that most made me dream, along with the snow, which was not even a game yet that was also, and more.
In the rare times when some gust got up I finally tried one of these sails, finally because it is really a great feeling when you can do it straight up in the sky, feel the tension, feel the immense power in the wind as well, is satisfied to caress, well away from any real power to him own. K
makes me try a couple of her sails, I can not remember the square footage (4mq, perhaps), first with a harness with a handle and then type "depower".

Both facilities are exciting, albeit in a different way, more physical relationship with the handle, more controlled with the depower. The thing that a serious effort paradislessico like me in this practice is knowing when to pull right or left ...

The Battle of the kites ..

Other trial "notorious" practice of kiting is .. the "disgroppo" cables. This is also a mess ... I remember when my father took me to fish had his work cut to dissolve all the lines that happen to me often to tie, often lose patience, cut all drew on, it was a certain loss of time, but certainly here with ties of the kite you can not 'do o.. at least, should not own.

It 's a bit like a metaphor for life ... you always want the slide smooth, no problems, but then inevitably arise skeins unraveling, problems to solve, problems. And you should learn to dissolve, rather than undo all the early difficulties ...

Waiting for the wind ....

ohh .. insommaa but ... this wind! ?

Okay, a bit distraiamoci 'trikkeggiando with mountainboard .... (wow what a beautiful table this Trampa ! And that tale is mounted trucks ...) .

Past minutes, but best to enjoy anyway a pleasant day a little 'cloudy, a chat, you remember, take pictures, taste the gravel trying something with the tool above, untap a' more beer.

Igor ... he who is good in the world!

... pass the afternoon in the total, absolute quiet and carelessly spends his quiet hours to see these bipeds spent trying to fly, "that crazy 'sti human!".

Andrea G. 08/05/2010