Watcher

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Our first home was one with a big tree in the middle of a patio. This was an old pine. It was so big that in those days I couldn’t imagine where it ended, it just simply seemed interminable.

It’s natural associate them with mysteries, centuries living and seeing everything. The Nordic cultures were affined to them if I am not wrong, to oaks.

There is a tree that give the immortality, according to bible, and it is older than the humanity. If that tree would exist I am not sure if it would be a blessing, I think the price to pay for the immortality is the absence of love, because love is what motives two persons to join to perpetuate themselves. Or maybe the tree of the immortality is an allegory of the sex and love.

Soft Silk Suede

soft silk suede

 

If you have an iPhone, an android or a Windows Phone (or all three, Why not?) and besides you have a camera (in fact if you have any of them you already have a camera) a moon app is pretty basic.

You can know when the moon is going to be full and if it is going to appears in the day, or if it is going to be a new moon or a black moon to shoot stars clearer or without the blue moonlight.

I prefer to shoot it in the day, it’s easier to see its details without disappear the context.

Imata I: The Blue

there is another reality

there is another reality

Intro

I’m going to put some articles with several photos about a place or a travel. Perhaps in our fast times that is counterproductive but I think that that’s going to give a better understanding of the photographs. I hope to do this at least one time per month, but not more than one per week. This first part is Imata with daylight.

About Imata

Imata is a town between Puno and Arequipa. There was a time when it had more population but today there is no much people, and well, if you hope a tropic place with trees, one thousand birds and girls barely dressed the reality is that the Andes modify the climate so strongly that in fact it is a cold place. I born approximately at 3800 metres above sea level, but Imata is higher: 3930 metres above seal level (12893 feet of altitude) I felt cold but not much and anyway Darwin mentions Dr. Huxley’s studies about the quechuas and, my group, aymaras, we are adapted to our high altitude. So I went just with enough cloths, the lighter possible.

My preparation

To travel the most important thing to me is not the digital camera, but a good pair of shoes, even without food I know what I can do to survive in the highlands, but to do that the shoes are super important. I took my Sony R1 with me, I hadn’t yet my polarizer, and neither my 1000x nd filter nor my reverse graduated square filter. So I went with the naked Zeiss glass. If someone thinks in this age that an UV filter is needed I hope that seeing my photographs that one can see that is completely wrong.

Why Imata

I chose Imata because I wanted some quiet place, my plan was go to some non-touristic place, and in this case there was the promise of waterfalls. Unfortunately they were so far away! Perhaps another day I’ll take a bus. A chose also Imata that specific day because my android app tell me that the moon would be in the day, so I could have a more interesting vista of the sky.

The journey

I was received by caracaras, they are little vultures. They are used to see humans because they didn’t look shy to my presence.

watchers

watchers

I ask for some data but the people seemed not to walk so much to the waterfalls. I understand it, when you live in a place is something common to no have much time to a free time.

I follow the highway and take the fewest images I could, because I think it’s better one good photograph to one hundred blind shots.

sleepers

sleepers

energy

energy

163 reasons in blue

163 reasons in blue

touch desire

touch desire

calm frontier

calm frontier

In Perú you are going to see crosses in the highways. Actually they are memorials to remember relatives that died in accidents. Would be great if those crosses were just a few but the sad truth is that highway accidents are frequents.

in memorian

in memorian

The caracaras are omnipresent and has no fear to pose to my lens (is that or I look half dead haha).

caracara

caracara

The town is behind and the drivers are surprised to see me. Is a bit uncomfortable because I am well dressed so I don’t understand very well the stares. So I walk a bit far from the highway which is cool because there are greater vistas with less garbage.

first class seat

first class seat

smile

smile *w*

Moon over blue

moon over blue

Richness

Richness

relax

shadow

Superdimensional fortress

Superdimensional fortress

we would like 2 be free

we would like to be free

 

one can b

one can

Volant and Manent

Volant and Manent

Rebirth

Rebirth

ephemeral museum

ephemeral museum

glazing pano

Glazing

Sutil

Sutil

And that’s everything for this first part. The next part, the next week, will be “Imata II: The Gold”

Mars

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I had old comics and science fiction tales that spoke of a certain future where we would be travelling to the space with the same difficulty than one take a plane to go to another city.

I read them in the eighties and those years the terrorism had almost destroyed the country, in some way the state was concentrate just to parts of the capital city, so we, frontier’s people, lived in an anarchy, with no much tv, and when we had tv we hadn’t electric energy lol. Thus, although those stories were wrote in sixties to my childhood they feel enough futuristic.

So I tend to think these years, with a mini-computer in my pocket with touch screen and portable tv; a laptop where I can write (I don’t use a noisy typewriter anymore) and design buildings with complex systems; and cameras that can follow my fantasies where a film camera would be something so expensive to shot just 36 exposures; and well, so many things, we are not yet in Mars nor travelling to Alpha Centauri in an intergalactic bus to see the cousins on weekend, but anyway I am still thinking these times not as the present but the future.

Fortunately the predictions about fashion were wrong!!, I prefer a plain t-shirt, a pair of mocs and a simple and classic jeans to a plastic costume with colorful boots (but I could use a cape:D)

PostData: I took the photograph between the cities of Moquegua and Ilo, the phenomenon of mist coming from the sea is called camanchaca.

Apus

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To understand the cities in the country were was the Inca Empire one has to know first a bit of the mythic origins: in few words every people is bonded to a determined place. This place can be a mountain, a lake, a rock, an island. In the mythic origins the humans were produced from these places, whose names are pacarinas.

In this believing there not exist a god or gods creators. Instead there are a lot of human groups that take care of a pacarina. There are some more important than others, in the case of the incas it was first a hill called Tampu Tocco. Inca Garcilazo de la Vega (son of an Inca princess and a spanish invader) wrote about the Titicaca Lake as the mythical pacarina but that could be a distant mirror of the old times before the incas came to once would be the imperial city Qosqo (misnamed Cusco or Cuzco).

My apu is called Huaynarroque, for example. The volcano in the photograph is called Misti that means white, perhaps in an analogy similar to the Mount Kilimanjaro. But I think that If it is an apu is one very recent.

An apu more than a god is a living ancestor, I hope that tradition survive our incipient modernization, but sadly the news about invaders in sacred places are not uncommon, and the worse is that they are not poor people but people that wants the easy way to do the things.

Usually the apus have crosses on their tops. That was a way to mix religions I suppose, so they are old crosses, I want to believe that they were put in there without violence, but the invasion wasn’t one peaceful but was our end of the civilized world. Fortunately something new was born and is something real that every civilization has its moments and declines but always its apparent destruction is important to build something sometimes better.

About the eternal and the ethereal

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In photography I like to try new things, I like to try the clichés to after avoid them. Although I guess I am committing a lot of photographic clichés. I don’t know, I have no much photographic books and I am not totally familiarized with the big names of this art. But I am learning something new everyday so I hope to be more and more in the water.

This photo could be a natural landscape but the highway was near so I wanted to mix a urban type of photo with landscape. Fortunately the night covered me against the car driver’s incredulous stares. I mean, Is it so hard to believe that someone is walking alone in middle of the nature? Is that or I’m so skinny that probably more than a walker I seem a ghost, lol.

I liked the composition so I took just two or three pictures more and after that I walked two and half hours to the near town of Imata and… well, that is a story for another day.

As fire in a forest

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I dreamt about her some time ago, actually three or four years ago. Probably a dream not very remarkable. But she was in there (my image of her really) so it is a haunting dream.

I was the star in a TV show for children, I had a big costume in the form of Homer Simpson and I had to dance and sing in a colorful stage. I dislike so much to dance, I dislike much more to (try to) sing, and the disguises make me feel a bit ashamed, and when child I preferred to see the cartoons more that the tv shows. But I was a professional so I had to do everything I was asked with the heart. Nevertheless the producers wanted more rating so they hired a new co-star to the show. Who was she/he? I didn’t know, and as a professional I didn’t care because I had to work with anything they say. So I was dancing with people disguised of trees and flowers in the stage that was like a garden in the park. So the voice-over starts to talk while we are dancing, the new star is right there as a surprise to the public. There is a lady near me but I cannot see her because I can’t break the dance, because you know, that wouldn’t be professional… The male voice-over says she is from Denmark and I think that the producer have to be mad to bring here a girl from far away, a land so distant, I wonder if the rating has dropped so low. Thus in middle of the dance I permit myself a bit unprofessional glance, just half a second to see her without breaking the choreography. And it is the end, she is dressed in a soft and silky black dress, she is black haired and has a pretty smile and intense eyes. Is in that half a second that I understand that she has a beauty as hadn’t ever seen before in this country, exotism from a far away land.

That was a dream that I remember not because of even a second but for barely half a second. In the shared reality beyond the dream for those days we weren’t talking. I wasn’t a gentleman and came late to see her one day. She was very angry and I understood that I had did a lot of things wrong so my friendship with her was ruined. Two years later I called her and we talked a bit, she ask me to go out for a coffee but I knew that she was just polite and kind, and I polite and invariably said yes. I hope we don’t see anymore, it’s probable that she could give me a hug, but also is probable that she feels uncomfortable, the latter is enough reason to avoid and save her that issue. I couldn’t say I fell in love with her, or perhaps I didn’t allow it, she was from a reality totally different to my life, and I had always that idea that we were deeply incompatibles, assuming she would be able to accept me perhaps she wouldn’t be happy and my remembrance of her would be one not very happy as it is now.

Anyway I think that dream gave me the words I cannot find, that to me she’s a beauty beyond everything I could think possible.

PD: The title is a reference to a line from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman; the story with Milo Manara.

Vespertine Titan

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Certainly there is a fascination with the astrology. Fascination that I don’t share because the stars in our hemisphere are different of those in the northern hemisphere. (the Chakana, Crux or Southern Cross, is one survivor of the old celestial map) So I guess we are free from any prediction.

I think that’s a liberating notion. That there is no destiny, and if it exists it isn’t bonded to the stars. Even more when you know that the stars are ghosts of things that happened years ago, centuries ago, ages ago. millions ago, billions ago…

Our only nexus could be that the stars are our grandparents, stardust.

I would like to know which planet is in the photograph I took that dawn (It’s in the middle above the volcano). I’d like to believe that it’s Jupiter, but perhaps it is Venus.

They say bigger is better so you can click the image to see it full screen ;-)