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Photo of the Month - February 2011

Throughout history

There are places where, also found for the first time, you feel something. Do you feel that there is past history. The Furlo Gorge, in the province of Pesaro Urbino, is one of these places. Here for centuries, indeed millennia, man has always been committed to shaping the mountains to his goal. Sometimes in a grand and in harmony with nature, sometimes irremediably sullying the environment. In a future post I hope to speak to the whole history that permeates the Furlo Gorge, but in this space I will concentrate on the Tunnel Vespasian.
The "monumental" work, signed and dated with an inscription in the box of rock above the entrance, was completed in 76 AD by Emperor Flavius \u200b\u200bVespasian. The tunnel has finally resolved the consular most challenging and difficult passage of the entire gorge. It 's the point where a spur of rock overlooking Mount Pietralata extended to below the river bed. The gallery, entirely carved into the rock, has a length of 38 m and a width of more than 5 m, although not regularly settled. The height is the parameter that has varied over time, but only for the work of a later period in the underlying road surface. Even today, the center of the time, more than 5 m. Here, too, slaves, directed by Roman craftsmen, who worked with his usual skill, only to bat and strikes the chisel, like any craftsman of every age and latitude to cope with the stone or marble. At the time, and for its entire length the tunnel is crossed by a crack in the rock during the winter months, please leave us filter more or less abundant quantities of water. Unfortunately, the original entrance to the south-west was literally abbruttito or if you want desecrated in the early twentieth century by a short stretch of "railway tunnel," the rage in those days, albeit with laudable purpose of protection from falling rocks.
Soon there will also speak of tunnel called "Etruscan gallery.

Sources: Throat Furlo. Andrea Pellegrini, Elena Ferretti Roberto Fiorani.Arti Graphic Stibu. Urbania. 2003.

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Picture of the Month - January 2011

"Cerquabella"

were, and still are, many oak trees that have this name, but the real, unique Cerquabella was this, the noble to deserve (a unique case in Italy) a rod location on maps of the Touring Club, so famous as to be known since Emiliano Apennines as the most beautiful oak Italy. His appearances on publications di ogni genere non si contavano più. Una citazione era stata fatta in "Il patrimonio vegetale delle Marche", edito dalla Regione Marche nel 1981. Le dimensioni erano di 5,60 metri la circonferenza del fusto, 34 metri il diametro della chioma. Era tale l'affetto che i suoi concittadini, gli abitanti di Montegiorgio, nutrivano per questa pianta, che essa veniva chiamata non solo con il suo nomignolo, ma addirittura senza articolo, così, semplicemente Cerquabella, come si direbbe Maria, Angese, Teresa. La sua biografia era ricchissima di episodi e di aneddoti. Sotto la sua chioma per secoli avevano bivaccato carovane di zingari e la sua ombra aveva offerto riparo a tante famiglie nella tradizionale scampagnata del Primo Maggio. Cerquabella aveva anche visto the murder of his daughter. This was a few meters from her, the same as her, but half the size: it was sacrificed to widen the roadway near Faleriense. But for now Cerquabella was his hour arrived, and in 1984 he noticed the first signs. In the spring of 1985 the giant woke up again, but the leaves were very few and distributed only on some parts. Valid, happened on the spot with others, picked up some acorns and planted a seed in an attempt to ensure the exceptional plant, but they had already lost all ability to germinate. New winter, new spring. In 1986, its neighbors peered long, every day, hoping to see some bud maybe even with a late bloom, until it surrendered: Cerquabella was gone. His body remained intact for some time, but in the end the council was forced to remove all the branches, which might fall on some curious or passerby. Today Cerquabella is reduced to a ruin, which is impressive for its size and for all the allegorical meanings that seem to convey to the observer. Cerquabella was a tree that would have deserved a monument for its unparalleled beauty, but there was no need: his is whether the monument erected by itself.

from "Monumental Trees of the Marches" Valid Capodarca and State Forestry; Editions Roberto Scocco, Macerata, 2008.