Showing posts with label Portugal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portugal. Show all posts

2017-08-18

Wasp spider

Well, a different perspective of the wasp spider reveals that it’s all fluffy and colourful. Not that scary, isn’t it?
[PT] Em português, a Argiope bruennichi tem diversos nomes comuns: cesteira-dos-jardins, aranha-vespa, tecedeira-vespa, aranha-tigre, tecedeira-de-brünnich ou aranha-dos-jardins
Wasp spider; Aranha-vespa, aranha-tigre - Argiope bruennichi
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, August

Stuff of nightmares

I’m, definitely, not an arachnophobic.

 Wasp spider; Aranha-vespa, aranha-tigre - Argiope bruennichi
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, August

2017-08-13

Don’t mind me, I’m just a stick

The season of heat and bugs is at its peak. Getting close to the ground and giving it a bit of attention, you can find a myriad of little crawling, jumping and flying buggers all over the place. Easily mistaken for a branch, I found this one moving around. The stick bugs are absolutely fragile. Their healthy presence is also an indicator of the absence of pesticides in the surroundings. While simple in its shape, it remains an amazing and curious form of life.

Stick insect; bicho-pau, insecto-pau  - Clonopsis gallica
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, August

2017-08-10

Summer nights

A panoramic nightscape, taken from the trail that leads to the submerged village of Vilarinho das Furnas, in the heart of Peneda-Gerês National Park. Even in a clear summer night, the dam’s reservoir and the surrounding autochthonous forests fill the valley with moist air, creating clouds that quickly dissipate with the wind. While this region is fairly deep in Homem River’s valley, when facing West, light pollution from the nearby villages and the large city of Braga dominates the horizon.

Terras de Bouro, Portugal
2017, July

2017-05-26

One hell of a bad day

A sudden thunderstorm and heavy rain poured upon the Northern region of Portugal. My dog spotted something moving on the ground and barked a couple times to get my attention to it. What he found was a young sparrow, completely soaked and wet and absolutely frightened by thunder. Apparently, it had chosen a bad day to come out of its nest and learn to fly. I just caught it, left it on the nearest tree and took a couple of pictures. I also noticed its parents clinging nearby, thus I felt that the rest of this story would be up to Nature’s own path. When I walked away, its parents returned, numerous times, with food and insisting that it flew away with them. It took a while for him to become active, but the young sparrow did manage to dry its feathers and fly away. And you were having a bad day, huh?

House sparrow; juvenil de pardal-comum - Passer domesticus L.
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, May

2017-05-11

Fecha de Barjas – a new perspective

The first publications I did for this blog were photographs taken from this location. Recently, I repeated the short trail to Fecha de Barjas waterfalls. Yet, I had few hopes of witnessing the full glory of River Arado, as Portugal has had the driest April of the last 90 years. Nonetheless, the river was there, scarce, but still flowing. The bottom half of this sequence of waterfalls is so dominant over the landscape that visitors (as I did before) tend to focus on the closest perspectives. This time, I focused on framing perspectives more afar.
The shepherd’s shelter, built on top of the cliff, exhibits both the hardship of older times but also how close traditional rural life was with the beauty of Nature. When Frank Lloyd Wright designed the Fallingwater house, already some Portuguese inhabitant of Gerês Mountains had done some similar.

Ermida, Terras de Bouro, Serra do Gerês, Portugal
2017, April

2017-05-09

The guardian of my garden

I have built a couple of garden wooden boxes to grow some vegetables at home. Each time I water the garden, creatures run afar in seek of refuge and I’m able to witness far more life there than what I’ve actually planted. The most notorious one is this green huntsman spider that has become a local resident. In this moment, it took refuge in top of a full grown arugula leaf. I’ve nicknamed “the guardian”.
 Green huntsman spider; aranha-verde-de-huntsman - Micrommata virescens
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, April

2017-05-06

Standing tall among giants

A granny's nightcap - Aquilegia vulgaris stretches towards the scarce sunlight that penetrates the dense woods of Mata da Albergaria.

European columbine, granny's nightcap, aquilégia [PT]  - Aquilegia vulgaris

Terras de Bouro, Portugal
2017, April

2017-05-05

Hello sunshine

The western mountains of Gerês shining with the rising Sun, while the deep valley of Cávado River still hanging in the twilight. Interestingly, while I was taking this photograph in a rather inhabited region of Gerês Mountain Range, I was also overlooking one of the most populated and well known touristic locations: the two bridges over Cávado River and the villages of Rio Caldo and Vilar da Veiga. This perspective also illustrates the balance between Nature and human population within the Peneda-Gerês National Park (PNPG).

Terras de Bouro, Portugal
2017, April

2017-04-28

Forests' Spring tones

The forests are dressing themselves in bright green.

Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, April

2017-04-25

Iberian frog

With the increase in temperature and with abundant water still available, amphibians become a common sight. This Iberian Frog was just emerging from a forest trail side pond.

Iberian frog; rã-ibérica – Rana iberica
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, April

2017-04-23

Garrano – III

Curious young Garrano horse. Looking proud on his pose but still clumsy in its steps.

Horse, Garrano breed; Cavalo, da raça Garrano – Equus caballus L.
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, April

Garrano - II

Profile of a dominant male Garrano.

Horse, Garrano breed; Cavalo, da raça Garrano – Equus caballus L.
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, April

2017-04-22

Garrano - I

Whenever you walk in Cabreira Mountains, they are always there. Their grasslands, their hills and their mountains.

Horse, Garrano breed; Cavalo, da raça Garrano – Equus caballus L.
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, April

2017-04-20

Wind painting

A water stream falling under an oak tree. Sometimes you just have to let the natural elements do all the artistic work for you.

Serra da Cabreira, Portugal
2017, April

2017-04-19

Mountain Shelters - III

The shelter of Cabana de Bouças de Areias, in the higher altitudes of Cabreira Mountain Range, stands as a memory of ancient and far harder lives than those we can enjoy nowadays. It has served and still shelters shepherds, hunters and any mountaineer seeking a refuge from the mountain’s harsh weather conditions. It is also a good example of culture preservation, as the local municipality of Vieira do Minho has taken efforts to restore it while preserving its authenticity

Serra da Cabreira, Portugal
2017, Março

2017-04-16

Death…

Distant from the closest woods, a lonely and decaying tree remains erect over the surrounding scenery. While the tree is dead, its trunk still holds life, as birds of prey may use its cavities for nesting or use it as a watch tower


Serra da Cabreira, Portugal
2017, March

2017-04-13

Spring as arrived series - III

Coming back to the Spring series… and the different perspectives I took from the same subject: an Armenian plum tree in full blossom.





 Armenian plum, damasqueiro – Prunos armeniaca
Vieira do Minho, Portugal
2017, Março

2017-04-01

Vanishing point

The moment you know where you’re heading…

Serra do Gerês, Portugal
2017, March

2017-03-30

Solitude

One of the things I, truly, miss in some regions of Gêres are forests. With some exceptions, like Mata da Albergaria, you can walk long distances without observing a single mature tree. While trees do not thrive in higher altitudes, the truth is that Gerês was once far more forested that it is nowadays. The exploration of woodlands for building, coal and fire without replanting (sustaining) forests, and, particularly, the devastating fires in the last decades left these mountains deprived of true forests patches. Sometimes, deep in the valleys, especially along streams, you can still see several species of autochthones trees, offering a glimpse of the forests that may have once stood here.
In this trail, I found a young cork tree, isolated in a mountain side. Its organic shape stands out from the rocky landscape. It was alone, truly alone, in the sense that I haven’t seen anything but rocks, bushes and grass for kilometres.


Cork oak / Sobreiro - Quercus suber
Serra do Gerês, Portugal
2017, March