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THESE LITTLE GUYS ARE SO FAST AND ALWAYS IN MOVEMENT... BUT NOT AFFRAID AT ALL, THEY COME REAL CLOSE, ONE EVEN CLIMBED ON MY BOOT! HERE A SPOTTED GROUND SQUIRREL, ALSO IN PIPs:

SHORT AND VIOLENT RAIN SHOWERS THAT DAY.... THIS WAS TAKEN AFTER HIKING THE NARROWS, WHAT I WILL SHOW NEXT.

IMPRESSIVE TEXTURES AND ROCK FORMATIONS, PIPs ABOVE

NEXT STEP WAS THE ZION, THE PURPOSE WAS TO HIKE THE NARROWS. THERE WERE QUITE A LOT OF PEOPLE THERE...

ONDE ESTÃO COMPANHEIROS QUE A HISTÓRIA ABAFOU, CALOU, DISSOLVEU, ESQUECEU... PARA QUE SERVIU O VOSSO SACRIFÍCIO, OS VOSSOS GRITOS DE DOR, AS NOITES EM QUE AINDA HOJE NÃO DORMEM PORQUE OUVEM O TERROR E RECORDAM ESPERAR PELA VOSSA VEZ... MAL AMADOS, INCAPAZES DE AMAR OU SER AMADOS, ESQUECIDOS E ENJEITADOS PELA NORMALIDADE E A INJUSTIÇA QUE VOS PARIU, INCOMPREENDIDOS ATÉ PELOS VOSSOS PARES... NESTA NOITE EM QUE ESPERO PELAS ESTRELAS E UM VENTO QUE MURMURE “QUEM MANDA NISTO SOU EU” SOBREVIVO A MAIS UM ABANDONO, AQUELE QUE NÃO CONSIGO ESQUECER E DOÍ TANTO QUE JÁ NEM SEI GRITAR, SE AO MENOS TIVESSE FORÇA PARA ME LIBERTAR E DESPOJAR DO FARDO DA VIDA... SAIR DO PALCO DEVAGARINHO, PÉZINHOS DE LÃ... MUITO MUITO DEVAGARINHO... WHERE ARE YOU COMPANIONS THAT HISTORY HAS SUFFOCATED, LOCKED, DISSOLVED, FORGOTTEN..... WHAT WAS THE USE OF YOUR SACRIFICE, YOUR CRIES OF PAIN, THE NIGHTS WHEN YOU STILL DO NOT SLEEP TODAY BECAUSE YOU HEAR THE TERROR AND YOU REMEMBER WAITING FOR YOUR TURN... UNLOVED, UNABLE TO LOVE OR BE LOVED, FORGOTTEN AND REJECTED BY THE NORMALITY AND INJUSTICE THAT HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO YOU, MISUNDERSTOOD EVEN BY YOUR PEERS... ON THIS NIGHT WHEN I AWAIT THE STARS AND A WIND THAT WOULD WHISPER "I AM IN CONTROL OF THIS" I SURVIVED ANOTHER ABANDONMENT, THE ONE I CANNOT FORGET AND WHICH HURTS ME SO MUCH THAT I CAN NO LONGER SCREAM, IF ONLY I HAD THE GUTS TO FREE MYSELF AND STRIP MYSELF OF THE BURDEN OF LIFE... TO LEAVE THE SCENE SLOWLY, FEET OF WOOL....... VERY SLOWLY........ OÙ ÊTES VOUS COMPAGNONS QUE L'HISTOIRE A ÉTOUFFÉS, ENFERMÉS, DISSOUS, OUBLIÉS.... A QUOI A SERVI VOTRE SACRIFICE, VOS CRIS DE DOULEUR, LES NUITS OÙ VOUS NE DORMEZ TOUJOURS PAS AUJOURD'HUI PARCE QUE VOUS ENTENDEZ LA TERREUR ET VOUS VOUS SOUVENEZ D'AVOIR ATTENDU VOTRE TOUR... MAL AIMÉS, INCAPABLES D'AIMER OU D'ÊTRE AIMÉS, OUBLIÉS ET REJETÉS PAR LA NORMALITÉ ET L'INJUSTICE QUI VOUS ONT MIS BAS, INCOMPRIS MÊME DE VOS PAIRS... EN CETTE NUIT OÙ J'ATTENDS LES ÉTOILES ET UN VENT QUI MURMURERAIT " C'EST MOI QUI SUIS AUX COMMANDES DE CECI " JE SURVIS À UN AUTRE ABANDON, CELUI QUE JE NE PUIS OUBLIER ET QUI ME FAIT SI MAL QUE JE NE SAIS PLUS CRIER, SI SEULEMENT J'AVAIS LA FORCE DE ME LIBÉRER ET DE ME DÉPOUILLER DU FARDEAU DE LA VIE ... DE QUITTER LA SCÈNE LENTEMENT, PIEDS DE LAINE..... TRÈS LENTEMENT.....

THIS IS THE LAST ONE TAKEN IN BRYCE CANYON.... THIS FELLOW SUITED HIMSELF TO A RIDE IN OUR CAR.... SO BEFORE LEAVING THIS PARK I CAUGHT HIM WITH MY SCARF AND RELEASED HIM IN THE SOIL OUT OF A PARKING AREA. AT FIRST HE DIDN'T MOVE, SO I COULD TAKE THIS PICTURE, AFTER A GOOD MINUTE HE TOOK OFF, MADE A CIRCLE AROUND ME AND LEFT TO THE TREES.... THIS MADE MY DAY TOO: I AM HAPPY TO "SAVE" ANIMALS, I AM THE KIND THAT TAKES THEM AWAY FROM THE TRAILS AND THE ROADS.... MERCI BORO (THIERRY) WHO IDENTIFIED THE SPECIES, IT ALLOWED ME TO GO DEEPER ON RESEARCH AND MOST SURELY IT IS MONOCHAMUS NOTATUS, SPOTTED ON THE AREA: www.cabi.org/isc/datasheet/34727#toPictures