It has been a while since I posted a photo and story from Sardinia and now I say goodbye, farewell and hello from the Perda S’Oliu Mine . With pain in my heart and tears in my eyes I leave this last panorama photo of a visit to an abandoned cobalt mine in the mountains near the town of Fluminimaggiore at the end of June in the hope to return soon. In my new live, I shall try to continue the creation of panorama photos showing scenes from Ankara and the rest of a rapidly modernizing ancient Byzantine-Ottoman empire, inviting you to visit me once in a while at my new site ANKARAMAS.
Unfortunately I lost a crucial part of my tripod and before I get a replacement, there will be no more panorama photos from SARDARAMAS. Fortunately, and I hope you agree, I have still some other photos that I like to share with you. I call them screen savers as they fit nicely on a computer screen with aspect ratio of 1366 : 768 pixels. Sharing means also that you can download a larger copy for non-commercial use by left-clicking on the thumbnail below, then right-click the image on its new page and finally left-click ‘save image as.’.from the pop-up menu:
Scattered all over the island of Sardinia, one finds some 7000 remains of towers and even castles surrounded by villages that were constructed during the Bronze Age or ‘Tempus De Brunzu’. The ‘Nuraghe de su Piscu’ (‘nurra’ or heap of stones of the bishop) is one of them, found along the road between the towns of Suelli and Mandas. This Megalithic structure is thought to have been build during the late Bronze Age (1500 – 1200 BC) and consists of a central conical tower with four smaller ones connected by walls and surrounded by a village of huts of which traces are still visible on aerials. Outside Nuraghe Piscu, it is the endemic perennial Magydaris pastinacea that rules these days. Continue reading
Every day, early in the morning, my usually so very quiet Cagliarian neighborhood Genneruxi is brutally disturbed by a noisy beast. Midst the sound of awakening birds, roaring and howling approaches in the distance, turns corners, passes other streets and finally appears below my house. Several nights I got out of bed, trying to trap the thing on photo in the light of late sodium-vapor lamps and early rising sun. Only once a year, just after Labor Day, the three come together and when I am finally ready to catch my prey, around the corner appears a disappointing miserable little creature, as the operators of the large garbage truck are still sleeping-off their holiday hangover. Fortunately I have that earlier sound recording.
This weekend I remained hidden in the house dreaming of far away places and thinking of leaving for long voyages, maybe even taking the boat at Cagliari port sunrise. Remembering sitting on a bench watching the ships come and go, I contemplate following in the wake of the Romans that conquered the port of ‘Caralis’ from the Carthaginians and exported wheat, salt, lead, copper and silver from the island of Sardinia to the ever hungry continent. The port of ‘Callari’ once was the maritime center of the western world until the discovery of the Indies and Americas and then remained an important hub for the Mediterranean with more than 5000 ships passing annually, transporting over half a million containers. Somehow, I and my meager possessions might have to fit into that traffic going sometime somewhere elsewhere .
Since February my car and I had been a bit out of order and only last week we were finally able to get out and back into the field again, enjoying a beautiful day of Baccu Locci Springtime (3D Pano). On my way to check upon filters of mining waste water, I could not resist walking through the flowering field along river Baccu Locci where Asphodelus microcarpus and Lavandula stoechas were in full bloom.I tried to catch one of the numerous Bombus terrestris on picture, Continue reading
On my way North I passed the village on purpose after having seen so many pictures, but the day after, being night blind, I was in such a hurry to reach home before dark that nothing was left than a drive through Ulassai. Some other day maybe to visit the 800 m long cave Su Marmuri, part of the Karst system, nourishing the many springs in the village and the famous falls of Lequarci, providing the precious water responsible for the flourishing of the village as a center of agriculture. On it went down the steep hairpin road to the village of Jerzu and back as it was blocked by a carnival procession. A deviation near Ulassai should have brought me on track again but I wound-up on a deserted high plateau, accompanied by 50 lonely wind mills of the Sardeolica park, passing the only village of Perdasdefogu (lost in fire). Never I drove so fast and still got lost in the dark outskirts of Cagliari, on my way home leaving a gloomy wilderness behind.