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Full Moon / Full Moon

Pentax K-5, Pentax A * 600 / 5,6 Pentax A-2x L; Manfrotto 441.

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The snow fell for two days ago to the day, But today Was Nearly all sunny and the snow melted away. After sun-setting full moon to shine in the sky.

The snow fell the day before yesterday all day, but today it was sunny and already has nearly all melted. Shortly after sunset the full moon shining in the sky.

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It's snowing! / Snow! Muddy

Pentax K-5, Pentax DA * 16-50/2, 8; Manfrotto 441

Again, temperatures dropped a little, and since it's the early morning to heavy snow falling.

Again, the temperature has fallen, albeit slightly, and the morning started off a heavy, wet snow.

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days / dance Days of mud

Ghirardi Natural Reserve / Nature Reserve Ghirardi

Pentax K-5; Pentax DA 10-17/3 0.5 to 4, 5 Fish Eye (@ 10mm)

These days are mild, gray clouds hide the sky all the day long, and the melted snow fill the ground.

warm days, with gray clouds hide the sky, and soil saturated with melted snow.

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Birds / Bird Dance

Pentax K-5; Pentax A * 600 / 5,6, Manfrotto 075 tripod

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Few would rather not see them but good

Subtitle: we were in 7 hours we were in three.

It was back in 2007 when we were in ten to take a flight on Ascoli ... I remember that day well, it was my first flight on Ascoli was so much emotion, I remember the atmosphere cheerful and joke, jokes, teasing him, then take off the disbelief in the face of that flight by many to be difficult, fear and adrenaline felt was to fly the "skyscrapers" of Monticelli, then the final scream once on the ground! This flight on local Ascoli for us was something more than just a plane, it was OUR FLIGHT!

's been four years since then, some of us were lost, others have moved to other sports, and others have proliferated and have given up, but in This coming and going of people is a small group of flyers who strenuously resist the vicissitudes of life, and persists in perpetrating the flight over Ascoli, not just a flight, but a kind of mystic ritual including a few (we first) . They stayed in a few (three or four people), are different (ranging from neo father standing up to the boar) are different from everyone (by Ascoli in particular, who continue to see them like madmen), are ... they are hopelessly romantic (but I'll will never see, because they want to appear as tough).

The rendez-vous is at the usual place of landing Monticelli, between skyscrapers, hospital and church. It's always a certain effect to switch between these palaces, watch the bottom-up knowing that a little later they will be observed from a completely different perspective ...

the "skyscrapers" of Monticelli viewed from beneath

Place the windsock and we go straight for the take off of S. James, almost without a murmur, so now the directions on how to land here know them by heart.

Slowly Frontera climbs on switchbacks Flower of the mountain, and gradually reveal themselves in the hills of the Marche numb all their splendor to the Conero Maiella, Gran Sasso of Italy to the Carrier, the Mountain of Flowers allows expanding the outlook for hundreds of miles.

" A flight so we have a few" - Ubaldo debut - "shame that little known and appreciated. In my view one of its kind in many, if they dream. " This for him this will be the fiftieth or maybe the five hundredth flight Ascoli, who knows: you know immediately that they heard it is one that knows a lot, knew every single bush of the mountains, always knows where to go and what to do but there is something strange in his voice, listen better feel a vibration in his speech, something that only attentive ears can perceive it is excited! For him, every flight is like the first, and is excited as the first time!

The square of St. James is invaded by swarms of skiers, with difficulty find a parking space and immediately begin our favorite game: the whole wind!

" It 's a west, north-west - now part Ubaldo," but no, it can be seen from the north cirrus "- Lorenzo replies" no, it is not so, you have to take into account the thermal component ... " - Gianni begins. It goes on like this for ten minutes until I say the only sensible thing of the day (sometimes I say sensible things, that you believe it?): "Why do not we go off to see for themselves? Let's take a short flight and then decide what to do. " We reach the chair and we put ourselves in line with 20 other skiers fully dressed. We feel a bit uncomfortable, let's say it is, they are dressed as champions and we wear only a pair of jeans. We are the ridiculous, we lack only the Hawaiian shirt and then we would be the laughingstock of the country. Thing is that there we do not do the scene! Them, what they wear look like champions, but we seem to be of population some Caribbean island ended up there do not know how. We observed with an air of superiority not to mention compassion for them at the bottom are "the crazy flight", the ones you take away never know that you can affect "the disease of flight" ...

Regardless of looks, we arrive at the top of the cableway, and we toil our way through the snow to reach the take-off. On top of the mountain we stopped a few seconds to observe the scene: no one talks, everyone is engrossed in keeping the magic of this corner of paradise. We begin to fantasize about where we go or we could fly from here everything seems closer, everything at hand and also the Conero the end ... it is "only" to eighty miles. We would like to soar in the sky, light, silent fly through the skies of central Italy, discover the magic of our mountains, looking down Ascoli and other picturesque medieval villages, flying over the rolling hills of the Piceno and then reach the immense beaches of the Adriatic ... We would, but our sails and our ability do not allow it :-(

take-off of St. James, Ascension and the mountain in the background behind the Marche hills

We start with a series of short flights, just to regain confidence with the narrow take-off and with this strange contraption called a paraglider. Ubaldo, in full flight from withdrawal symptoms, shows to remember everything by heart, opens the dance in a few minutes taking off and landing without smudging after two minutes impeccably-based cable. Despite the 10 mph wind, there's no way to remain up, and with a bit of resignation catapult us to the cable car base, each in a different way, everyone inventing their own way "special" landing. ... Especially if you put half a sail on the only thorn in the mountain of flowers can be defined like this, So I say: no shit landed, I landed in a special way!

Apart from my ramblings floristic (and do not laugh asshole, if I embraced a bramble is because I lack of love, not for failure!) The day flows between a gay and the other in Voletta pending on the final Ascoli. The sun is still high in the sky when Lorenzo, Ubaldo and I climb on top of the gondola.

climbing taking off

Marche is covered with a light mist, while the mountains shine the light reflected from snow, to the right ascension stands majestically in the sky, just below Ascoli with its beautiful old town and a little east of the district Monticelli, our landing.

Lawrence opens the dances followed by Ubaldo and me, now deputy to the role of photographer.

taking off from San James

Lorenzo takes the direct route to Monticelli while Ubaldo follows an unusual route, aiming straight at the Ascension and flying over the plateau of St. Marco. I find myself faced with a dilemma: take the unusual route of the Safe Ubaldo or Lorenzo? Old road or new road? The new, what questions! You see, I know Ubaldo 6 or 7 years, I know that if he decided to go there is a reason and it certainly has taken its margin of safety, especially knowing that I'm there behind him ... I follow him confident and soon reach the "red veins" rule is that these rocks should be kept on the left, but I'm flying above us. Now I look around for some way to go in motion, checking some paths that I had not dared to go in motion, but then the eye goes to the plateau of St. Marco and lower, at Ascoli.

the plateau of St. Marc or

Yeah, Ascoli view from up here is even more beautiful! Ascoli the city of hundred towers that rise proudly from the age-old buildings, with the hill of the Annunciation, which slowly glides up to the magnificent Piazza del Popolo, the palace of the captains and the beautiful church of S. Francis, Arringo rightmost square with its splendid cathedral dedicated to St. Emidio and behind the mountain that reigns supreme on Ascension Piceno. There would be things to see, but the sailing continues to lose altitude and I have to decide what to do.

Ubaldo flies high over the stage directed towards the unknown and I are still quite backward, "Today is the day, it will be difficult to keep up with him, better to go landing "- I think to myself. Viro east while Lorenzo is already disposing high above the skyscrapers, and a few turns to the ground landing textbook! Overflight Bridge St. Philip, with the Tronto rushing to the sea through a narrow gorge, further north, the first low houses all of a sudden the skyscrapers of Monticello: now do not mess around anymore!

Monticelli

the neighborhood with its "skyscrapers"

The fear comes over me for a few seconds, a slight shiver that comes over me from head to foot, a shock, a spray of adrenalin who makes me scream with joy! E 'thrill for me to get here after thirty minutes flight, move from silence to chaos in the suburbs, find themselves catapulted into a small and narrow landing after flying through the vastness of the heavens, you go from 1500 feet under vacuum, to have 50 m of buildings, and then slip surgically in a small meadow nestled between the buildings.

I do a pat on the back: "Have I made it once again - I look up -" Golden Force, we go for the hair to the skyscrapers! "

Make the hair ... land here is not a joke, fly close to the skyscrapers is beautiful but This land does not admit mistakes, you can not miss the point, otherwise it hurts.

I keep myself upright on the river to avoid overflying the village, uses the remaining share to admire once again the valley of the Tronto, Ascoli but above them, the skyscrapers. Every time I get excited watching them from up here, are really scary but they have their own charm, can not explain, I feel like Goliath from David notes: I immensely smaller than the giant look from above!

I land I or landing you?

Ubaldo reach me and pointing to the landing again, he and I, flying together in the same route, same height, same goal: "I landed you hit you?" I can not ask radio, and in this respect as he moves west to east. Suddenly part of a screw up almost close to the ground: it is his way of telling me that he goes down first. While I make a turn, my eye falls on the hospital and I remember an episode happened a few years ago, "a doctor facing the hospital came to greet us after landing. We expected a reprimand for having inadvertently flown over Instead the hospital and was there to thank us, told us that every time he landed with his patients starts observing, told us that his patients were happy and excited to see us land and for them, we represented a hope! Since then, every time I come here, my thoughts go to them and those who are sick, the suffering, to those who would like to fly but can not because life has clipped the wings ... "

the latest photo shoot, I note with some 'regret skyscrapers, some children shouting enthusiastic greeting, I set my landing, do the hair in two plants (Yes, there are also those in landing), and within seconds they are on the ground. Enthusiasm is a thousand, we hug, we salute you glad we did not even God knows what, because for us land here is something unique, special, incomparable, especially when we're together. Even Alex, the son of Lorenzo, is very cheerful smile continues to watch, who knows what you're thinking! Perhaps laughing to think how much we are crazy, or maybe, just maybe despite his 11 months can feel our excitement and see the light in our eyes and ... you're dreaming, dreaming is the day when he will soar ...

Flying Miles from Ascoli and a new leva.Manca Gianni who has gone away now

Mané

Dedicated all the angels to whom life has clipped the wings

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Sunny Days / Days of sunshine

Great tit / great tit

Pentax K-5, Pentax A * 600 / 5,6, Manfrotto 075 tripod

It's a very

week Unusually sunny and mild. The snow is slowly melting, But During the cold night it froze. Birds like all the day long to the feeder, and I Spent Some Time last Sunday to photograph Them. Soon I will post the pictures, for now just this great tit.

week is a sunny and unusually warm. The snow melts slowly during the day but freezing at night. Birds are at the crib all day, and Sunday I spent a bit 'of time photographing them. Soon I'll put the photos, for now this great tit.