Villaricca from Pucón, before the new snow fall. |
Once again the gravel roads jarred my bones... |
...as we drove toward the volcano. |
The fresh snow fall gave the mountain... |
...a new coat of beauty for us to capture. |
There are so many angles... |
...so many positions... |
...so many compositions... |
...it would be impossible to capture them all. |
As the mist rolled in ... |
...across... |
...and away from the volcano,... |
...I just let my eye be my guide... |
...capturing each new, unique moment in the life of Villarrica. |
Each picture the same... |
...but also different;... |
...ever changing,... |
...but never changing. |
This majestic jewel in the crown of Pucón,... |
...continues to cast its spell... |
...and work its magic... |
...on all who come to visit... |
...and revel in its majesty. |
To Volcán Villarrica, Queen of el sur de Chile. |
Turning around, Lake Villarrica looms in the distance,... |
...and just ahead the entrance to the volcanic caves. |
What underground secrets and wonders will Villarrica allow us to discover? |
Chocolate walls? |
Copper ceilings? |
Shapes forming lions? |
Mariana, the intrepid spelunker... |
...and her sidekick, enjoy the cave,... |
...until it is time to leave. |