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| Cráter humeante del Kilauea con el Mauna Loa al fondo |
La lava en Hawai'i corre libre a su antojo. Desde el Kilauea brotan los vapores sulfurosos que de vez en cuando obligan a cerrar el camino que rodea el cráter. Por el gran agujero no salta lava, al menos ahora, pero la tierra se resquebraja por las laderas que ruedan al mar y los ríos incandescentes se derraman por las grietas abiertas hasta hundirse en el Océano Pacífico en una explosión imponente.
La orografía y los mapas se modifican según los caprichos de la lava, tapando carreteras y campos, solidificándose en formas grotescas, avanzando en olas de alquitrán que devoran todo a su paso. Un recorrido en bicicleta por los bosques tropicales que surgen en poco tiempo del terreno arrasado me sirvió para tener un contacto de cerca con esa asombrosa naturaleza que se dibuja a sí misma constantemente. Los mapas se quedan anticuados con cada nueva erupción que modela la isla a su capricho retrazando caminos y carreteras.
Pude atravesar el interior de un tubo de lava, lava tube, testigo hueco por donde en su día el río dorado corrió a su anchas. Y saludar al nene, el ganso endémico y particular de esas islas que palmea alegremente sobre la lava endurecida.
Y escuchar las olas batir contra los acantilados de lava horadados y las extrañas playas negras de arena volcánica donde grandes tortugas verdes se dejan ver de vez en cuando.
(Hawaii, agosto de 2009)
EARTH MOVING (BIG ISLAND, HAWAII)
Lava flows in Hawai'i freely. From Kilauea sulphurous fumes emerge sometimes forcing to close the road around the crater. From the large hole lava does not spring up, at least now, but the earth cracks by the slopes rolling to the sea and incandecescent rivers overflow over open cracks to sink into the Pacific Ocean in an awesome explosion.
Orography and maps are changed at the whim of the lava, covering roads and fields, solidifying in grotesque forms, moving in tar waves that devour everything in their way. A bicycle tour by the tropical forests that in a short time arise from the ravaged ground enabled me to have a close contact with the amazing nature that draws itself constantly. Maps become outdated with each new eruption modeling the island at will retracing paths and roads.
I was able to cross a lava tube, hollow witness where the golden river once ran freely. And to greet the nene, endemic and particular goose in those islands that happily pats on the hardened lava.
And to hear the waves breaking against the drilled lava cliffs and strange volcanic black sand beaches where large green turtles are seen evey now and then.
(Hawaii, August 2009)
(c) Copyright del texto y de las fotos: Joaquín Moncó
Y escuchar las olas batir contra los acantilados de lava horadados y las extrañas playas negras de arena volcánica donde grandes tortugas verdes se dejan ver de vez en cuando.
(Hawaii, agosto de 2009)
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| Playa de arena negra volcánica en el sur de la isla |
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| Nene, ganso endémico de Hawai'i (Branta sandvicensis) |
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| Carretera cubierta por la lava |
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| Interior del tubo de lava Thurston |
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| Lava solidificada |
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EARTH MOVING (BIG ISLAND, HAWAII)
Lava flows in Hawai'i freely. From Kilauea sulphurous fumes emerge sometimes forcing to close the road around the crater. From the large hole lava does not spring up, at least now, but the earth cracks by the slopes rolling to the sea and incandecescent rivers overflow over open cracks to sink into the Pacific Ocean in an awesome explosion.
Orography and maps are changed at the whim of the lava, covering roads and fields, solidifying in grotesque forms, moving in tar waves that devour everything in their way. A bicycle tour by the tropical forests that in a short time arise from the ravaged ground enabled me to have a close contact with the amazing nature that draws itself constantly. Maps become outdated with each new eruption modeling the island at will retracing paths and roads.
I was able to cross a lava tube, hollow witness where the golden river once ran freely. And to greet the nene, endemic and particular goose in those islands that happily pats on the hardened lava.
And to hear the waves breaking against the drilled lava cliffs and strange volcanic black sand beaches where large green turtles are seen evey now and then.
(Hawaii, August 2009)
(c) Copyright del texto y de las fotos: Joaquín Moncó
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