It's hard to be father

Last weekend I was very lucky to find this nest. I had a lot of fun watching a busy couple constantly up and down bringing food to their nest. They were so busy that they didn't care about me taking pictures, I was using the 100mm. I was really close.

Look at the right chick. -I'm hungy mom! bring me more food!

Like crist, crucified by us

Few days ago my brother sent me this picture. It kept moving through my head. Imagine yourself eating a delicious fish and sudently feeling a hook tearing your guts. This is us, the homo sapiens, the wild capitalism and it's colateral effects. While we seat pasively on the sofa the sixth extinction event takes place and half of the species of our planet will become extinct in the next century. It's our shame and we are all guilty.

The picture belongs to a shearwater that got trapped by longline fishing in front of l'Escala. More than 70 got trapped. 27 of them were rescued and brought to CRAM, a foundation to preserve and rescue sea animals like protected birds, tourtles, mammals... 12 were still alive I don't know how many finaly survived.

Next time you buy fish, make sure it was captured by means that minimize by-catch

Sexy Wasp

A Wasp from the 'Serra del Cadí' . This is an old friend, the same one that was fighting here with a spider.

Do you like the soup?

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Elena's eye and me

Here I am again reflected in another eye

Pink flower

I wish I could tell you what flower is this, but I have no idea. I can only say that it was very small and was located in the Serra de Galliners.

High macro detail of a moth

This is a crop from a Macro picture I took last summer in the "serra del Cadí". I like the little scales that cover moths wings and body. So fragile.

Butterflyes and Moths belong to the order Lepidoptera. The word Lepidoptera comes from the Ancient Greek Lepidos (scale) and Pterón (wing). So here you have them.

Montserrat again

Yes, the mountain in background is Montserrat, the sacred mountain were it was found a sculpture of a Virgin Mary in the year 880.

The pigeon I captured this morning seems the soul of the mountain.

Two Seagull chicks!

Aha! that's what she was hiding, a couple of chicks and a third unopened egg!

I have to say that I took just a few pictures to minimize the stress over the chicks and their mother. I hope the food payed for the photo session.

Note that the color and spots of the egg are quite similar to the color ans spots of the chicks

What is she hidding?

This seagull on the roof, what is she hiding?

Where's the wabbit?

My friend Frikosal brings to his blog an interesting question. Regarding the quality of his images, he asks himself what part of the beauty comes from the image itself and what part comes just from that magic moment that he experienced when taking the picture? In other words, how can we measure our pictures taking out all of our emotional links that brought us the magic moment of that shoot. It's a hard question.

Yesterday morning I saw this little rabbit. I couldn't take any good picture out of it, but besides the total lack of image quality I want to post it because I know that many of you will understand the strong emotions that I felt having this little rabbit so close to me. In the first image the rabbit was ~3 meter from my lens.

A Cistus for Katie

If an admired photographer asks for something, one has to respond.

Once, another admired photographer asked for a fork, and later for a ball pen. I had to do something. Now Katie asks me for a flower, but not any flower, a special one. This is the same flower from two posts ago but 17 minutes older and some nasty photoshop arrangements in the background to make it look better.

If you don't know Katie Barnes, take a look at this slideshow and tell me, besides the grate photos and the nice music and explanations: don't we need a hotel like this here in Europe?

With the fall of 'the wall' there is no alternative to Capitalism, we have ruled capitalism in Scandinavia, wild in Russia, and polluted in China, we have all kinds of capitalism flavours but no viable alternative. A place like 'the hostel in the forest' were everything is different it's an oasis were one can dream in a better different sustained world.