Before dawn we set off for an expedition at higher altitudes, as I hope to take pictures of the Pinus leucodermis, the symbol of the National Park, in these more accessible locations above 1500 metres. The first daylight coming from the neighbouring 2000 metre peaks can be fairly harsh but from time to time there are bands of clouds ascending from the valley.
In these moments the landscape changes drastically. All shapes are dissolved, outlines vanish and then reappear seconds later.
The distinctive silhouettes of the pine trees stand out from the white endlessness. I love crouching on the ridge of a rock watching the constantly changing scenery, completely alone, with only the wind and the beat of my heart in my ear. When the spectacle is finally over, an endless, blue sky settles over the landscape.
It is time for our descent which is when, as a person used to living on flat land, I always ask myself how I got up that mountain in the first place… But when ascending you hold on to any blade of grass and every ledge trustingly.
In the lower altitudes meadows are turned into a sparkling and glittering wonder world by thousands of dewdrops. This is my world, and with my macro lens I make my way through the wet grass to photograph wild orchids and insects grasping on to grass stalks. Eventually crickets and cicadas begin their concert, echoing the same motif until the deep night has settled.
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