A beautiful day — warm, Spring-like, sunny — turned into a mild, partly overcast evening. I walked along the waterfront in the late afternoon, enjoying the birds, photographing, relaxing under the sightless gaze of the extinct giant ground sloth which Puerto Natales seems to have adopted as its emblem.
[3 December 2011, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 14–45 mm at 14 mm, ISO 100, 1/40 at f16]
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Ahha! A sloth at last - even if skin and bones, extinct and sightless!
Edges, inbetweens, sometimes this, sometimes that.
I'm curious about the name Puerto Natales ... Port of the Natives? Home Port? Port of Birth? I've been wondering 'bout that all this time so now I'm asking! The hues in these photos you've been posting, especially the green of the moss here, are quite lovely ... they evoke Ireland for me. All I can say is 'thanks' for sharing such beauty!
RR, apparently bits of skin with fur have survived, even thousands of years after the animal died. This led to much speculation they still lived, but apparently the cold was responsible for the excellent preservation. Says a lot about Patagonian weather (although the last couple of days have been wonderful).
Zhoen, I find natural borders and boundaries fascinating; political borders are an entirely different matter.
Barbara, I wouldn't attempt to guess; I've seen some highly dubious interpretations. All I can say is I love the place.
The green of that weed really is striking, and is one reason the waterfront's a compelling place for photographers.
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