Hi Steemits! I bring you the last part of this travel and photographic experience of the venezuelan low plains in the summer...
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
T.S. Eliot
In the last post I showed you the cruelest part of the summer: death and remains, but that's part of life and nature has a curious way to show and remind of us of this cycle.
However death is not the only one thing in this part of the year: life finds a way to preserve itself. Reptiles hide away underground waiting for winter also known in this part of the world as rains.
When rain arrives, green starts to steal the show away from the brown landscape...
All photographs © Azalia Licón