As I rappelled down the cliff, the scene began to shape itself in front of my eyes. Clouds, coming in from the south, gave a mystery touch to the landscape and contrast between light and shadow, painted lines, movement and grace into it. Hanging from a fixed rope, just as light was beginning to fade, I could see Tom and Rosita coming closer, rapidly climbing the route’s last stretch.
He had to come really close so we could get the wide-angle shot we needed and time was running out. My fixed line offered me very limited movement freedom so all I could do was stay there and wait and suddenly, just like magic and in perfect timing, each piece of the puzzle took it’s place. Tom got there just right, we co-ordinated things, clouds cleared the vision of the col. and light was, what can I say? Just perfect…!
Though native to Europe, Southwest and Central Asia and Northwest Africa, Poplar trees have been widespread on South America’s Patagonian region after their introduction by the Spanish conquistadors. When the specie first arrived, probably brought from Chile to Argentina in the late XV century, they where used mainly as wind fences planted in tight rows, as these fast growing trees survived the harsh climatic conditions that reigned there. A while later, in the Northen Patagonian areas, the wood that was becoming available from these trees begun to move a small timber industry, centered on the production of boxes for the growing twentieth century’s fruit plantations. In some areas of Argentina, growing poplars for the paper industry became an important economic activity, which in it’s own time actually highly depreciated the price of the wood. On the South though, the Black Poplars are almost always a synonym of human settlement, seen from far away by the Patagonian traveller that comes from the desolated steppes, they protect the isolated ranches from the incessant blowing southern winds.
Nikon D2x camera and Nikkor 70-200mm AF-S VR f/2.8 lens at ISO 125, 1/1250 sec. and f/3.5.