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April in Armenia
of torrential rains and the rites of Spring
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005, Continued
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We emerged from the Dilijan tunnel into pea-soup fog. I could not even see the meadow on the opposite hill… Not willing to give up, we drove toward our first stop, the gnarled tree at the 90 km marker. The best light for photographing moss on tree trunks is that provided by overcast skies, and I was determined not to return from Dilijan empty-handed. The weather proved much more cooperative, though, and once again surprised us. In six short kilometers, we went from unyielding fog to broken clouds and hints of sunshine. I had perfect lighting for the budding tree emerging from its winter’s sleep. Tiny leaves dotted its branches and contrasted with the carpet of moss covering the thick trunk. Spring was so annoying, a nymph flaunting shameless nipples on all the trees in the world, wrote Pablo Neruda in his Ode to Fall. Having visited this tree first in fall and now in spring, I saw before my eyes a symbol of renewal, of awakening, full of life bursting forth.
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Budding Leaves on the Gnarled Tree, April 27, 2005
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It’s amazing how something as small as a photograph of a moss covered tree can do to one’s spirits. I was recharged, in full swing. We sped by the butcher shop and were greeted by glimpses of sunlight that magically lit the tree-covered slopes of Dilijan. The trees, in various shades of green, were interspersed with fruit trees at full bloom, the white flowers of apple trees glowing silver in the welcome sunlight. We sped toward Haghartsin, crossing our fingers and hoping for the sun to hold off the clouds just a bit longer. |
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Text and Photographs Copyright © 2005 Vahé Peroomian. All Rights Reserved
Duplication and use of photographs and text without permission strictly prohibited.
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