Off in the distant
The mountains stand tall
In the converging mist
The morning air cool
The sun not yet appeared
Dark shadows cover the highlands
It is the season to be dry
The Rio Trentino meanders
Through the lower valley
Arching boughs over the water
Of a near dry river bed
Mist rises from the river
To mingle with the smoke
Of the breakfast fires
From the brick and mud chozas
The sky becomes enlightened
The mountains and highlands
Ghostly in the moving mist
Open fields cover the hillsides
In shades of green and brown
Ganado appear on the exposed hills
Flights of Garza wing overhead
Gleaming snow white in the mist
To land among the Ganado
Feeding on stirred up insects
As the Ganado graze
The air is alive
With flights of parrots
Flocking to the soybean fields
For their morning feed
The air is warming
The sun rays filtering
Through the shadowy mist
To enlighten the highlands
With bands of light
Black Vultures take to the skies
To catch the air thermos
Warming in the morning air
Gliding high above the land
Searching for carrion
The throaty haunting cries
Of the Congo monkeys
Echoes upon the mountains
As they feed upon fruit and leaves
High in the tree branches
Along the Rio Trentino River
The mist is thinning
A sun lit El Chile emerges
From the swirling mist
Regal and graceful behind
The rolling sunlit hills
Billowing white clouds appear
A golden glow enshrines
The rugged mountain scene
A momentary spectacle
That is soon lost
The wind is increasing
Blowing from the north
A haze now appears
With the mist frittering away
Leaving a hazy scene
As the morning advances
Ken Bennison's Photography 