Golden game A blue so pure that almost it is a fantasy wall, a yellow so vast that seems to cover the whole world. A game in the Andean highlands. Like this:Like Loading... Related
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yellow also means dry, doesn’t it, Francis ?
Not in this case, Gilles. The ichu (that yellow grass) have that color around the whole year. Except in our springs when it take partially a green tone. Actually in the Andean plateau it means life…
This makes me feel more comfortable, Francis ! Many Thanks !
I am glad for that. That’s the nature at more than 4000 meters above sea level, a Romanian friend told me that that’s the altitude planes fly in Europe. : )
Airliners fly more around 10000 meters, Francis. The Alps peak above 4000 meters … but not above 5000 meters !
Oh! thank you Gilles, searching in internet I see that commercial planes goes above 10 000 meters, perhaps my friend is thinking in little planes. Thanks for your observation Gilles. I searched better about the subject.
Near my city is the highest city on the world (although it is more a mining town to me) at 5100 meters https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Rinconada_(Pérou)
Many thanks, Francis, and a good day to you !
You’re welcome, Gilles. God day for you there.
Sigh .. Wish I was there 😃
I wish it as well :D I could only see it from a little bus in movement.
It’s nice to the the weather side of the mountains. A great Shot, Francis, so calm and also alive.
Thanks very much, Ulli. : )
Peaceful expanse.. Looks very friendly and within reach. ^_^
They are rich in that aspect. Thank you, Nicole. : )
You have stolen my sky, and it looks lovely there. :)
I was targeting your wallet instead! xD
Good luck with that! It’s empty!! 😊
I did well in take the sky then. ^_^
Such big barren spaces impress me… but I see the sheep eating something… and now that I read Gilles’ comment, I understand better… again, it is a joy to see your part of the world through your eyes, in a gentle manner… thank you Francis.
Thank you, Caroline. Those fields are the ones I used to run and play when child. The sun burns in a sweet way the skin and it’s toasted smell blends with the one from the ground… Thanks for your kindness, Caroline. n_n
And thanks for the beauty you share, Francis. And for the gentleness of your soul.