In that halfway time between winter and spring, when it doesn't know whether to rain or snow, when clouds come and go, giving glimpses of blue sky and sunshine that never last. At Eve River (Parallel 50.3°N.) the snow was ankle deep, crusty on top, melting into the mud underneath. New snow dusted the hilltops; on the lower slopes, the trees had shed their load, standing with only their feet covered by the white blanket.
Up top, the trees looked like groups of walkers. On their way somewhere; to a "happening" (old word from the 60s) on the far side of the hill?
No-name hill, 1200 m. |
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Era esa temporada "a medias", cuando el dia no se decide si va a llover o a nevar, cuando las nubes van y vienen, dejando aparecer por momentos el cielo azul. Por momentos, nada más. En el rio Eve, al Paralelo 50.3°Norte, la nieve llegaba a mis tobillos; congelada y sólida en la superficie, derritiéndose, mezclándose con el lodo debajo. En los cerros, había nieve nueva, pero en las laderas ya no se veía en los árboles; solo les cubría los pies con su cobija blanca.
Allá arriba, los árboles parecían grupos de caminantes. ¿A dónde iban? ¿Hubo algún evento al otro lado de la cumbre?
Foto: desde el rio, mirando un cerro sin nombre, 1.200 m. de altura.
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