The eruptions between 1730-1736 created more than 100 volcanoes known as the Montanas del Fuego or Fire Mountains. The last, smaller, eruption was in 1824 and the area remains ‘active’ though ‘dormant’. Nevertheless there is intense heat a few metres below the surface measuring 400-600 degrees centigrade. At the ‘El Diablo’ restaurant at the summit the cooking uses geothermal heat – food is grilled on an iron grid placed above a bore hole through which heat rises.
The craters reveal the strata of the volcanic formations and also the range of colours created by the intense heat.
It is time for a short break from the wintry and wet weather of recent weeks.
I am using this picture as a curtain raiser to a series taken in the Timanfaya National Park, Lanzarote. It also introduces several features that will be apparent later, such as the topography, scale, colours, patterns and textures.
If you have difficulty locating the walkers click on the image to enlarge.
We often think of frost patterns as being geometric, crystalline, in shape, but that is not always the case. Sometimes cloud-like, landscape forms produce quite an ethereal effect.
There is a sequel to yesterday’s post. Outside, on the doorstep, lay a feather – I think it was from a wood pigeon. Now raindrops produce interesting patterns to add to the natural texture and subtle variations in colour. This particular feather will feature again in a few days’ time in a different context. But, for now, let’s just focus on the patterns, the texture and the nuances of colour.
Patterns, patterns everywhere. As we relaxed over a cup of coffee I was attracted by the lichen and moss on the old, weathered tiled roof on the opposite side of the street. If a roof can be said to have character, here was a perfect example!
See also Lichen, The Picture on the wall, Boat Shed Door, Change and Decay: Retired Rudder
A few years ago the sheep field next to our house acquired a new gate; a modern, tubular steel model. The old wooden gate post was left lying at the edge of the field, slowly rotting away, with interesting patterns and textures forming.
I was tidying up the flower border yesterday when I noticed a small snail’s shell ‘sparkling’ against the dark, damp soil. It was little more than a centimetre in diameter and its former occupant had left – presumably assisted by a hungry bird. But the sheer beauty of this small shell was something I needed to record and share with others.