Yesterday in Juliaca.
I am travelling these days, there is carnival in my hometown, today was great :-)
Next week I’ll share some pics of half a day in La Paz. Although I myself am from Perú I consider that we, Peruvians and Bolivians, are older than both countries, so in certain way to be in La Paz is to be in home. Actually if the luck had been different perhaps my grandfather would be there and there had been no Peruvian family, but the actual aymara culture is thousand years previous to the countries that not even have two hundred years…
The previous week I published the first part of my visit to a non touristic place called Imata. It is half way my home city in Puno Region (highlands) and Arequipa Region (near the coast) If you have curiosity is here: Imata I: The Blue I know that there isn’t a clear difference between both posts, but remember that the change in the day is gradual, there are half tones between the words day and night.
Recapitulating I was searching for some waterfalls, but they were so far and my goal was just to walk and see whatever the road would give me to me. This second and last part is about Imata’s surroundings beginning when the light was gold until the blue light of stars and the moon as only companion.
Crossing this point, this river, I had a little opportunity to see if I could go to the waterfalls, but that was an insane dream: I had walked near three hours to that river, if I would tried to go I probably had got hypothermia; so I just take more vistas for a prudent and reasonable time and came back to the town of Imata. My limit was this rock formation with the river, the sunset and the moon. I think it worth the adventure.
And that was the end of the blue hour. Actually I didn’t take so much photos. I think that with a better camera is less necessary to take more pictures. A time ago with the old compacts I had to take at least three times more photos to can get one with a better exposure, and of course I hadn’t enough practice. But know I am taking much less photos but at the same time everyone has more right to exist, in reference to what I want as photography. It is the fantastic that it’s just a hobby, I am not worried if it fulfill professional requirements… Simply I take what I want.
And that was all. I walked again two hours and half and I bought some things in Imata. After that I waited for a car that would do service between Juliaca and Arequipa. After one hour or a bit more fortunately one passed the highway and I just paid ten soles (a bit more of three dollars) to come back to the city.
I would like to go another day to see the waterfalls, but to go to normal places has its risks. I mean, the first is that you can be truly alone there, so if you aren’t careful anything could happen and nobody would notice it; there is no much data and the people in those places although kind and polite haven’t much interest in know those places. That’s understandable, they have to work. But it also has great advantages. You are truly alone so you can think clearer, have a pause and in a certain way start again with a better point of view. Nothing like go to another place to see how some situations are really meaningless and other ones are worthier of our attention and valuable time.
A point in middle of the blue; it would be funny if there were somebody there seeing us as well.
There is a legend, I suspect it is recent, and even more I suspect it was a tale disguised of legend to amaze to intellectuals. It says that when the Spaniards killed Atahualpa, the last Inca (emperor, czar, Caesar, Kaiser) and taken his members to all the Tawantin Suyu (the real name of Perú, “Perú” is a product of the ignorance) slowly his body started to rejoin. The legend says that when it’s going to be complete the Tawantin Suyu is coming back again, strong and civilized.
To my mind it sounds a bit western to be real. But it’s real that in certain way our culture is in pieces. In the photograph there is a lil girl playing with a textile with a particular design made it just in that specific city (Chucuito), and that textile is upon a part of a building. We’re like roman citizens when they walked in Rome’s ruins ignoring that they were living in a legendary city with a complex culture.
I can guess for the carving style that it is from an imperial building, the size and shape means that it was in a upper part of the wall, the location says that the building was felled, it was did it or by the invaders or by ignorants.
As architect I follow the ideas that I can discover from the old ages, when science and inventive was the force behind the designs, not the dark ages when everything important were churches that in every earthquake collapse because are built with tradition and neither logic nor thought. My goal is to design with the same innovation, because I know part of the country problem is that we have the mentality bring it for the Spanish of those ages (because today Spain is other culture shining and brilliant) that we have to sell simple things with the minimal force of the muscle to get things made for other people with the force of their minds. The empire wasn’t thus.
I know we can, I suspect that Inkarri is a fake legend, but that doesn’t mean that I have not right to try to make it real.