Yes I think I see him Jessica !! lol – But it makes suck nice patterns ice when melting – but I have just read what Savita had said and yes well u would have to be on guard living near this lake ..Blessings Tania
Lake Baikal, the Sacred Sea of the Buryat Shamans, is notorious for its impetuousness. Aside from the frigid cold, there is the wind, which can change at a moments notice. So complex and so distinct are the winds which blow here that there are over thirty different terms in the local language to distinguish one from the other. Imagine that! – over a dozen words for what, in English, we simply call “wind.” To name just a few:
Kultuk – a south-westerly wind from the Kaltuchnaya Valley, which blows in severe storms, leaden gray skies, and raging waves.
Sarma – a cold arctic blast, gusting in from out of the valley of the Sarma River and frequently reaching speeds up to hurricane force. This wind can rip the roofs off of houses, capsize boats, uproot trees and pack waves that have been known to sweep the cattle off the beaches and into the lake. The Sarma can blow incessantly for days, but it can come up almost without warning, less than a quarter hour after the firsts signs of it make themselves manifest in the form of peculiar clouds forming over the Sarma gorge.
Pokatukha – an intense though short-lived squall which begins as a mere strip of mist over the water, apparently benign to the unskilled eye, but rapidly evolving to become violently twisting spiral capable of destroying anything that gets in its path. Again, this is a phenomenon that develops so fast that even the most skilled observer hardly has time to interpret the signs and react before it is too late.
Gornaya – the most dangerous of all Baikal winds, the ferocious Gornaya rushes down the steep mountain ridges and out over the water in gusts, picking up velocity as it goes and ultimately reaching speeds of 40-50 m/sec or 90-100 miles per hour. Ironically, it is preceded most often by absolute stillness, an almost erie calm accompanied by overwhelming heat. In summer, it most often comes up at night.
(And note that these are just a choice few of the winds the navigator of Lake Baikal has to face!)
In essence, in order to survive upon this Sacred Lake, one must become adept at reading the signs that signify which wind will prevail on any given day at any given hour. And even in the calmest of seasons, the wind can change in a matter of minutes, culminating in a storm capable of capsizing all but the most worthy boats. Thus, not only is one’s ability to read the signs accurately a factor in survival; unflagging vigilance is equally vital. On Lake Baikal, it is said, one can never let down one’s guard. Not only can the winds change, but they can even combine and mingle to form a third and wholly unpredictable environment, conditions confounding for even the most expert navigator. Even meteorologists have enormous difficulty predicting the conditions, especially the winds, on Lake Baikal.
So, in the end, the ice is really just a minimal factor in regards to the dangers here. Beautiful though – the patters created upon the surface of the ice by these sweeping winds, hoofprints of the passing Windhorses!
Or is that the ice breaking up – preparing to melt? Hmmm… yet another enigma to contend with….
Precioso.
Duerme el Espíritu bajo el tul transparente del hielo
En el letargo del invierno todo parece compacto
Se dibuja una aparente silueta, es el alma durmiente
Que vela y vela mirando en la noche el Universo de estrellas.
Duerme cuando el tiempo esta frío porque sabe que sus pájaros
han emigrado a otros ríos a otras fuentes y otros lagos
No quiere ver la soledad y se entrega a sus sueños y sueña
Que está en otro lugar, vieja a otros mundos él es libertad.
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bellissima immagine.
Amazing ! the miracle of nature ! So beautiful
Our world's pride. Amazing.
Beautiful
Thought Provoking
Aarti
absolutely beautiful…
Sinceramente…. é uma imagem muito forte, de condensação espiritual volumosa.
Beijos,
Mari.
Breathtaking. I can imagine how much more stunning it must have been in real life. Nature is the world’s greatest living artist!
Yes I think I see him Jessica !! lol – But it makes suck nice patterns ice when melting – but I have just read what Savita had said and yes well u would have to be on guard living near this lake ..Blessings Tania
Lake Baikal, the Sacred Sea of the Buryat Shamans, is notorious for its impetuousness. Aside from the frigid cold, there is the wind, which can change at a moments notice. So complex and so distinct are the winds which blow here that there are over thirty different terms in the local language to distinguish one from the other. Imagine that! – over a dozen words for what, in English, we simply call “wind.” To name just a few:
Kultuk – a south-westerly wind from the Kaltuchnaya Valley, which blows in severe storms, leaden gray skies, and raging waves.
Sarma – a cold arctic blast, gusting in from out of the valley of the Sarma River and frequently reaching speeds up to hurricane force. This wind can rip the roofs off of houses, capsize boats, uproot trees and pack waves that have been known to sweep the cattle off the beaches and into the lake. The Sarma can blow incessantly for days, but it can come up almost without warning, less than a quarter hour after the firsts signs of it make themselves manifest in the form of peculiar clouds forming over the Sarma gorge.
Pokatukha – an intense though short-lived squall which begins as a mere strip of mist over the water, apparently benign to the unskilled eye, but rapidly evolving to become violently twisting spiral capable of destroying anything that gets in its path. Again, this is a phenomenon that develops so fast that even the most skilled observer hardly has time to interpret the signs and react before it is too late.
Gornaya – the most dangerous of all Baikal winds, the ferocious Gornaya rushes down the steep mountain ridges and out over the water in gusts, picking up velocity as it goes and ultimately reaching speeds of 40-50 m/sec or 90-100 miles per hour. Ironically, it is preceded most often by absolute stillness, an almost erie calm accompanied by overwhelming heat. In summer, it most often comes up at night.
(And note that these are just a choice few of the winds the navigator of Lake Baikal has to face!)
In essence, in order to survive upon this Sacred Lake, one must become adept at reading the signs that signify which wind will prevail on any given day at any given hour. And even in the calmest of seasons, the wind can change in a matter of minutes, culminating in a storm capable of capsizing all but the most worthy boats. Thus, not only is one’s ability to read the signs accurately a factor in survival; unflagging vigilance is equally vital. On Lake Baikal, it is said, one can never let down one’s guard. Not only can the winds change, but they can even combine and mingle to form a third and wholly unpredictable environment, conditions confounding for even the most expert navigator. Even meteorologists have enormous difficulty predicting the conditions, especially the winds, on Lake Baikal.
So, in the end, the ice is really just a minimal factor in regards to the dangers here. Beautiful though – the patters created upon the surface of the ice by these sweeping winds, hoofprints of the passing Windhorses!
Or is that the ice breaking up – preparing to melt? Hmmm… yet another enigma to contend with….
Love,
Savita
I like the picture.Nature is the greatest artist.
the miracle of nature; water, in so manny forms – the esence of life
Looks like the path…lays dormant for a while and starts melting .
Yep, Jessica. I can see him too… no kidding, he is pointing North..
Precioso.
Duerme el Espíritu bajo el tul transparente del hielo
En el letargo del invierno todo parece compacto
Se dibuja una aparente silueta, es el alma durmiente
Que vela y vela mirando en la noche el Universo de estrellas.
Duerme cuando el tiempo esta frío porque sabe que sus pájaros
han emigrado a otros ríos a otras fuentes y otros lagos
No quiere ver la soledad y se entrega a sus sueños y sueña
Que está en otro lugar, vieja a otros mundos él es libertad.
Where do you find your “Image of the day”? I didnt find any copyright!?
what a pic it is amazing , i can see that man too jessica
thanx mr.coelho
Great pic!
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_19o6fhVWPc
Lake Baikal.
One picture[video] a thousand words!
LOVE,
THELMA
Our world’s pride. Amazing.
I love this picture. it seems there are fairies of the water,it’s so beautiful.