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Lities - Sputatemi

A beautiful day of November is the prelude to this scalatina on the rocks "at home". I am a Cafasse with Luke only, as Flaco and JCR have given their refusal. After a quick coffee, filiamo fast and reliable (not always say that?) to Lities. E 'for about two months since he climbed a bit' to the unfavorable weather (meteorological one) a bit ' for the limited time (one week). Today there is a pale sun, but not cold and then decide to do 'Sputatemi him' that Luke has not yet ascended to the fortress. There are two ropes in front of us and a dog tied to a tree the first stop (to get there for a wooded ledge, without climbing ...). We go very slowly and occasionally do a spazzolatina the rock where it seems to me that in the past removed the moss will return. There is a nice quiet and tranquility really nice. For the last shot we decided to go on 'Enough!' I find it more fun and aircraft. Involuntary return to become pastors, as the goats that are grazing Mauro in exchange for a meadow there capibranco and follow us to the car but then realized that all of us can not go up (I only have one Ka), they go back in the woods to graze shrubs, leaves, thorns, what is In short. A sleepy Saturday before the first snow fields and decorator ledges.

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on Fall in the forest

colors from the top of the Rock of Lities

patchwork

beech shavings

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long shadows

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"It's the magic moment of the forest, the silence, the misty dawns, muted colors of green-yellow-brown in many tones that at times a mysterious light are evident in the undergrowth pre-winter"

Mario Rigoni Stern

These words summarize what really is autumn, that magic that makes any wood, what pushes me to wander around aimlessly just to see the color change or to listen to a falling leaf, and in that silence seems to make noise. A crackling, below, are two dry branches that break off and bring with them confetti of leaves, then the breeze throws me on the hat of brown-yellow petals, leaves of wild hazelnut. The birch, chestnut, beech, pine, each puts his shades this season and makes it so meditative to introduce what will be the winter sleep.