In recent days, the temperature inversion has given to our mountains beautiful sunny days. Since
morning temperatures are mild, the lack of wind makes the air pleasant, humidity is not excessive and only in shadows frost forms.
The plain is covered in fog and smog: privileges for which we mountain we can not aspire.
I left home as soon as the sun began to warm up the valley.
This time the camera was really an excuse, I felt like wood.
Noto beautiful buzzard on a branch.
The whistle of the buzzard is music in the valley: the updrafts to invite these wonderful birds of prey circling in concentric circles to the top, without too much effort to become small dots in the sky.
Sometimes they stop in the figure of the 'Holy Spirit': Harnessing the wind remain motionless in the air and observe the area in search of prey.
more likely to see them on a branch, sleepy. Tip
expert gambler: in fact they are extremely vigilant and are simulating distraction and disinterest.
The buzzard that I could see he was just warming up the wings kept them open slightly in favor of a breeze.
It so harmless in contrast with the large curved claws and sharp beak.
A wonder to behold.
After a night of frost, she, like me, was enjoying the simplicity of the moment.
warmth, gentle breeze and shimmering on the grass with the first rays of the sun.
There is nothing more beautiful and true things simple.
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| Canon 50D - 400mm f 5.6 - Freeform |
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| Canon 50D - 400mm f5.6 - freehand |
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| Canon 50D - 400mm f5.6 - freehand |
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