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Barbados Wildlife Reserve

Barbados Wildlife Reserve:

During our last trip to Barbados in July, we (my wife and I) have the opportunity to visit this reserve, it’s a 4-acre area located on the north of the island.

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It was established by the Canadian primatologist and his wife Jean Baulu Anios by the 80’s, and basically sat bases there to study the Green Monkeys, sympathetic cousins ​​fearlessly walking all over the place.

After paying a modest amount (around 10 bucks) to enter you can make a nice walk down the mountain, which others of relaxing is designed to stop appreciating nature, and of course the green monkeys.

It is well worth visiting and collaborating with the locals for the maintenance and protection of nature.

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Animal Flowers Cave

To the north of the island of Barbados is a cave very special.

Upon arrival the first thing you get to see is an amazing ocean view, view expands through rock cliffs east to west, the top of these cliffs is the “stay” of the guards, a small villa buy some snacks, and to shelter from the harsh sun.

Around, and massive cliff edge there is a chain of banks that invite you to enjoy the atmosphere and forget all pain difficult it may seem.

After paying a small fee of $ 10 dollars, assigned a guide and you are ready for the descent. About 20 steps down high carved coral direct you to the heart of the rock mass where the cave.

At first there was no feeling of a special cave, some small puddles caused by water pouring from the ceiling and simple rock walls.

Then you are invited to delve a little deeper and get to the edge of the cave, far from what I thought is still at a considerable height and not by the sea as I supposed.

This “window” is huge, and lets you enjoy from the privacy of the rocks to the infinite blue ocean, the strong waves crashing a few feet below strongly resonate the place and possibly dampen your thoughts and your clothes. There the guide tells us why the name “Animal Flowers”, is that the name comes from the impression that I leave a small plant that lives in the pools of the cave, it is a species that is very similar to a flower, but when touched, it disappears for a tube that seems to be part of your trunk and takes shelter inside an animal appears to be so rapid movement. Today there are very few of them.

From there we went to another camera, from the entrance you can see the turquoise still water resting in the bowels of the cave, it is a natural pool of more than 7 feet deep at its deepest, the temperature? Incredible sight? Indescribable, the company? Excellent all it takes? Perhaps that guide disappears, lol

Well, a pleasant bathroom a few minutes and we had to return to the surface and reality.

100% recommended for those visitors who would like to enjoy nature, and do not fear the unknown water bath.

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Macro Photography – Nature – Film

All these photographs were taken like photography exercise, mostly with 35mm film, in the photo gallery you can see macro taken leaves of various plants, flowers like daisies, orchids, tulips and others also are some other elements of nature such as rocks and water.

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Macro Photography – Grasshopper

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The lens faces the clean light in the morning. The garden is revealed as a vast and rich inhospitable territory. In this small universe of meticulous greenery proliferate unholy species for much of human beings. Among these, we find the grasshopper, a peculiar animal to extend no taxonomic classifications that would not come to place, we say that is a bug. Although not well received as a frequent visitor to gardens, the bright colors make your body can not take his eyes off of them easily.

They are as colorful as can be the spring or the colors of the rainbow. Her huge eyes seem to cover everything at every moment as powerful surveillance cameras. On the front, like a pair of fluorescent yellow spears showcases antennas may well be as canes that guide the blind by unknown city. It draws on the hundreds of kinds of herbs that adorn one of those miniature jungles are green areas. Some tiny insects devour, as if it were those Russian dolls, nature is replicated and devours itself.

Many men of genius have seen in this class of animals, a model for developing, who knows what reason, an archetypal morality tale. One of these insects, the same biological phylum, inspired Walt Disney to create Jiminy Cricket. This little creature dressed in elegant hat and three-piece dress, threw the ear of Pinocchio, wooden child lovingly prepared orphan father, Gepetto. While all this is Disney history precisely because the novel took Carlo Collodi, we mean that nature seems to speak to the ear of increasingly dehumanized man.

Destroying everything in our path, slowly, it may not be the end of 2012 as predicted by the paranoid and the fans, but possibly around fifty or one hundred years, the landscape of our planet will have changed in a manner so brutal and drástrica that the finding in a remote future garden of one of these beautiful insects is virtually a fictional story, a scene from a painting or as here, a perfect shooting we will approach these worlds have possibly already exist, worlds we spoke to the ear like Jiminy Cricket, Pinocchio the court counselor, the child stubborn.

I love the Macro Photography..

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Canaima Sky

Cesar Quijada - The Elements - Air

Canaima Heaven has a fragment of colors in each line of clouds. It looks like the reflection of the waters of Lake Maracaibo, the Atlantic waters between wisps of clouds seem to bring with sirocco iridescent plumage of a peacock. The sky changes colors like a chameleon, dyed green, sky blue and violet. It reflects Arabian waters where so many rivers, says Romulo Gallegos, the earth seems squeezed to give so many pure waters. Hundreds of streams that feed these great waters appear also reflected in the sky.
This sky, piece of Venezuela, has been parading hundreds, thousands of men from the tribes of fierce Caribbean, Spanish troops lost in the thicket of weeds trying to find a clearing in the dense jungle, up the ragged they walked along Bolivarian troops, dressed in what might be found in a ceaseless struggle, rather than against the Spanish enemy, against the forces of nature untamed. The Canaima sky might well tell a long story.
You can not talk Canaima sky, still talk about that novel Romulo Gallegos immense bearing the same name. The waters he says, but also heaven, seems colored by the blood of the rubber that dragged rivers tributary to the ocean. The sky is stained with Canaima Catatumbo lightning in Zulia, Maracaibo lake, feeding infinite launches with thousands of branches which color lights twilight.
That piece of sky Canaima, feeding foam Angel Falls, which also gives it its color. The palette of nature has been kind to this earth. This was in the early nineteenth century, leaving a Europe obsessed with blood and beheadings of Dr. Guillotin, a German named Alexander Von Humboldt. Cumana departed across the Upper Orinoco, watching nature here was more exuberant than in his native Germany. Humboldt, on a summer afternoon, fanning herself with some manuscript surely botany, had to contemplate this Canaima sky, thinking that perhaps nowhere else in the world can see these overtones of light clouds Venezuela only be decomposed, with those color dyes or Boticcelli got.

Cesar Quijada - The Elements - Air
Cesar Quijada – The Elements – Air
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Playing with Fire


El fuego es uno de los elementos más preciados. Es un estado volátil de la materia. Helios era la personificación  del sol para los griegos; para nosotros representa la vida en forma de millones y millones de centímetros cúbicos de radiación que llegan a nosotros cada ocho minutos. ¿Qué sensación tenemos al ver una fogata, por ejemplo? Sigue siendo parte este elemento de nuestro imaginario, de nuestros temores primitivos. En una remota época, sin duda, cuando lo descubrió el primer hombre, este se sentiría seguro de ser el elegido de los dioses creadores de todas las cosas.  Pronto le encontró utilidad: cocinar los alimentos, calentarse en las frías noches y ahuyentar las bestias que acechaban el refugio en las noches.

No podemos jugar con él. Prometeo, el primer rebelde de la historia, engañó a Zeus el padre de los dioses. El sacrificio del buey del que sacó la mejor parte para dejarles los restos de grasa a los dioses, hizo que el colérico Zeus, en castigo, le arrebatara a la humanidad su hallazgo más preciado: el fuego. Con el mundo a oscuras y las flamas oscilando en los vastos salones del Olimpo, Prometeo, el benefactor de los humanos, robó del carro de Apolo una lengua en una antorcha y la entregó a los hombres.

En venganza, por la segunda afrenta, el Zeus, hizo una mujer de arcilla y a través de su mensajero la hizo llegar a casa de Epimeteo, hermano de Prometeo. Este le dijo a Epimeteo que no recibiera ningún regalo de los dioses; pero Epimeteo se casó con Pandora y esta, abrió la caja donde todas las desgracias del mundo estaban guardadas. Como castigo Prometeo fue atado al monte Cáucaso. Por ser inmortal, el castigo de Prometeo consistía en que un águila le devoraba el hígado que todos los días se regeneraba de nuevo. Con la fortuna de que Hércules pasaba alguna vez por allí y decidió matar el águila de un flechazo. Libre de su castigo, Prometeo le reveló a Hércules, hijo predilecto de Zeus, como hallar el jardín de las Hespérides.

Y entonces se hizo el fuego, y el hombre decidió purificar su cuerpo tras la muerte haciéndolo cenizas, elevó plegarias a los dioses y los muertos en velas que representaban la luz eterna. El eterno misterio del fuego es como el del universo mismo y las estrellas, que según la antigua historia, eran puntos de llamaradas distantes que se podían ver a través del telar de la noche.


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A Strange Spider

Cesar Quijada Spider - Arana

Un paseo por el jardín en la mañana nos puede llevar a encontrarnos sorpresas maravillosas. Entre las gotas del alba clara, con el cielo azulándose apenas, el contorno de la luna que ha transitado toda la noche cansada la bóveda celeste, un animal diminuto llama nuestra atención. Conocido en la fría clasificación taxonomía de los científicos como artrópodo, este animalito es capaz de llevar a cabo una tarea épica, tejiendo las redes a través de jardines, esquinas y recónditos lugares para capturar su comida.

Los griegos, tan dados a hacer fabulas y leyendas de todo, nos dicen que Aracne, una humilde tejedora de Lidia, era capaz de tejer diariamente vastos y elaborados diseños. Su talento era tan evidente y alabado que el orgullo de la joven se convirtió rápidamente en prepotencia, al punto de desafiar con su arte a los dioses del Olimpo. Palas Atenea, pronto se enteró de que aquella muchacha desafiaba a su naturaleza divina: ella, la patrona de las hilanderas, no permitiría semejante desagravio. Se transformó en una anciana que tocó las puertas de la humilde posada de Aracne. Intentó persuadirla a retractarse de sus palabras altisonantes contra los dioses; por el contrario, la joven le dijo que estaba dispuesta a tener como rival en su oficio a la mismísima Atenea.

Cada una empezó a tejer: Atenea plasmó la gloria de los dioses olímpicos en cada uno de los intrincados y hermosos motivos que tejía a gran velocidad y pericia; Aracne, los humillaba, mostrando escenas vergonzosas cargadas de lubricidad y impudicia. Palas Atenea montó en cólera, enseguida se levantó herida en su ego y destruyó la obra de Aracne, golpeándola. Presa del terror, la joven hilandera tomó una soga y se colgó de una de las vigas. Atenea, compadecida, la sostuvo en el aire y enseguida la condenó: ella y toda su descendencia pendería de un hilo toda su vida, tejiendo interminablemente.

Aracne empezó a sentir en su cuerpo como Gregor Samsa, el personaje de Kafka, una transformación en su cuerpo: su tronco se achicó, sus dedos se empezaron a expandir, de pronto toda ella era un ovillo lleno de pelos y ocho patas: se había convertido en araña que colgaba de una delgada línea de seda del techo.

Esta es la historia que nos cuentan los griegos… pero la verdad, es que llegar a ser esto, le ha costado a la araña trescientos millones de años de evolución, para poder tejer miles y miles de trajes para los reyes y emperadores del mundo entero, mucho de ellos, que no conocen esta bella historia.