A thin line of yellow flowers

a thin line of yellow flowers

Probably the lady is typing or reading a sms in her cell phone. The colorful fabric in her back is an aguayo, every place has its own design so I can see if a lady comes from Puno, Cuzco, La Paz, Huancavelica, and a few distant cities more. Usually the designs from Bolivia are less colorful, to Bolivians instead our designs have so much color in them. The hat is an style women adopted when British came to build trains and railways in the nineteenth century. I’m not sure if the hats we men use have the same origin. Women use more or less the same clothing as in thousands of years ago. After the rebellion of a nobleman in the end of the eighteenth century, Tupac Amaru II, Spaniards decided that men shouldn’t use our symbols or style so we had to dress like Spanish peasants (lol), so there is no sense to us to use traditional cloths because those belong to another reality.

Falling cross

falling cross

But don’t throw the water of the Looooord!

The first time I went to Machu Picchu (until now I’ve went thrice) I was nine years old if I’m not wrong. Parents gave a camera to a lady that probably had a problem in her hands, because I think she couldn’t have more than sixty years of age, but they had a terrible tremble. That was the first time I could have a bit of money and bought a disposable film camera that I couldn’t use because it was needed more money for the rolls of film and the development.

She was extraordinarily catholic, not in the way as people in Puno use to be, I mean mixing Catholicism with the own religion, but she was strictly Catholic. When we were in the Sacred Valley I was thirsty and there was a little waterfall, I asked to the lady with the camera of my parents if I could drink from that water and she exclaimed “Of course! That’s Lord’s Water”, I still can remember that she pronounced it with capitals :D, I understood that the water was from the lord or owner of that part of the valley and guessed she was afraid that him could have heard my offending question. In the afternoon I noted that I was catching a cold and the water felt freeze so I threw it, suddenly I noticed the lady was staring me with surprised and shocked eyes and a shadow of anger. Late I realized that her “lord” was her Lord Jesus…

In my defense, because I try to be careful to don’t offend the beliefs of others, I can’t imagine why Jesus would be the owner of a land unknown to anybody from the Middle East until a few centuries ago…

The lady perhaps paid me because that, at the end of the travel, with blurred photographs mostly about my classmates XP

Time flies

time flies

I don’t celebrate dates. I consider we are casualties of causalities, simply the day when we born or a country begins is product of a dace and random facts.

I find destructive the idea of live just a few days of the year and the rest of the time are just preparations toward those days and for see in internet what happened those days. Among those: Christmas (time to say everyday is Christmas and to buy and receive presents), Independence day (day when Vikings can drunk meanwhile soldiers make a parade for missis and children), Halloween (time to drink with a disguise), anniversaries (time to be nervous because we couldn’t remember it), and some days more; besides the fact that are alien commemorations to our culture also I don’t find the interest in celebrate my birthday or days that some religious or political authority says is must to be celebrated.

Go to a restaurant to show oneself and post the food we partially eat in instagram; go to a cinema to talk and don’t enjoy the movie and take a group selfie at the end so you can say in facebook that the move was funny; go to a cafe and pay for some water and ingredients worthy of ten cents but the place is nice so the people can see you across the windows; to buy a new latop, tablet and cellphone when the one you already have is working quite good and you are using it barely for the simplest tasks; to get a credit to the Caribbean beaches and to be one week in a hotel like anyplace doing the same as in the parties in home just to say you were in the Caribbean.

I think it’s a triumph of the advertisement, the reality is no more about the reality, instead it’s about the image and appearance. It doesn’t matter the meaning of the festivity but the photos about the ornamentation and no more is important about what you can enjoy but about the enjoyment of posting about things you did joylessly. In the end the years can be reduced to six or fifteen meaningful days and the rest can be reduced to an only one day in which nothing happened.

Compañía de Jesús cloisters – Arequipa

 

Blinding white stone

Blinding white stone

Among the colonial architecture I find the one produced by Jesuits the most successful in its adaptation to the “new” world. The earthquakes wiped out several colonial buildings from other organizations but the proportioned and clean Jesuit buildings survive. These are from the Compañía de Jesús in Arequipa city. I studied in that city so I had opportunity to visit it more times.

About shadows and doors

About shadows and doors

I haven’t taken many photographs inside because although I don’t profess or be part of any religion I prefer to don’t disturb the rituals inside. This building was built with native hands and European plans in 1578 by Gaspar Baéz, an earthquake destroyed it and in 1586 Diego Felipe rebuilt again. It’s made with white volcanic stone and there is in part Incan religion in the sculpted walls, non Christian creatures as mermaids and of course Christian symbols. It’s a public place so you can enter freely.

I photographed mainly the cloisters that consist in three patios, each smaller than the previous one. White walls, here or any place, have the characteristic to change with the colors of the sky, because that I divide the post in four moments:

Day

White walls a shadow and a blue sky

White walls a shadow and a blue sky

o_-/

/o_-\

geraniums

geraniums

omg what are they doing

OMG! What are they doing?!

little patio

little patio

 

Overcast light

I opened my third eye

I opened my third eye

Sequence and rhythm

Sequence and rhythm

business meeting

business meeting

Ofrenda silenciosa

Ofrenda silenciosa

Afternoon

open to the infinite

open to the infinite

let's transcend to the sky

let’s trascend to the sky

Hidden columns

Hidden columns

Indifferent love

Indifferent love

Heads saying bye to the sun

Heads saying bye to the sun

My mind in other world of words

My mind in other world of words

Magic moon and intense colors

Magic moon and intense colors

Soft light filling these walls

Soft light filling these walls

I walk and think in that heart upon me

I walk and think in that heart upon me

La calma del atardecer en muros lejanos

La calma del atardecer en muros lejanos

Twilight

Colors in the blue hour

Colors in the blue hour

Painted with light

Painted with light

Still waiting

Still waiting

Colors of ancient night

Colors of ancient night

Amazing sky upon the old walls

Amazing sky upon the old walls

blue night

Blue night

Communication of opposites

Communication of opposites

Invisible orbits

Invisible orbits

inside the palaces of mind

inside the palaces of mind

About half moons, archs and a dome

About half moons, archs and a dome

Under my closed eyes a dream of snow and messenger clouds

under my closed eyes a dream of snow and messenger clouds

Long exposure without filters

If you have a camera capable to operate in manual you can try to give a dreamy look to the photographs choosing the higher number of your aperture to reduce the light and therefore use a long exposure (the camera’s shutter is working more than one second). For example here I used an aperture of F 11 (my lens has an aperture between 2.8 to 16, being 11 the second highest) so the light in the lens was reduced and the time of the shutter was four seconds. Then the clouds more than static are showed in motion like cottons. This technique works better with the less amount of light, so it’s in dawn or dusk. If you cannot control your camera then you could choose the “night” mode.

The downside is that when you use the highest number it appears a phenomena called diffraction that turns a bit imprecise or soft the image, but because that was my intention here is no a problem. When you need motion or movement but at the same time sharpness in a sunny day your best bet is using a quality ND (neutral density) filter to achieve this effect earlier in the day.

In this photograph I wanted to reflect the contrast between the immovable mountains against the travelers little clouds.

Greenpeace does Peru (very badly) in Nazca.

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A symbol of our ancestors for us but an objective to destroy for Greenpeace.

(Read here the message without rational explanation of Greenpeace http://www.greenpeace.org/international/en/press/releases/Greenpeace-presents-message-beside-the-historic-Nazca-lines-calling-for-a-renewable-future/ )

Centuries ago Spaniards destroyed our sacred places to force us to give them the gold of our lands, our art and divinities; years ago a group of Chilean young tourists did a graffiti in the stone of the twelve angles (a stone sculpted with the highest level of mastership); Months ago a Peruvian mayor took sculptures of a Peruvian civilization to a museum built with corruption; days ago Greenpeace put in risk the remains of one civilization unique and special as every civilization in the world that has disappeared and deserves better than an act of violence.

Initially I thought in name this post “Greenpeace piss (off/on) Peruvian culture” but perhaps I’m wrong and there is a little hope that it was due to ignorance and not because they could think that historic legacy is insignificant in relation to the climatic change. Is that or our native civilizations exists just to satisfy sadists pleasures of destruction by ignorant (Peruvian and foreigner) subjects.

I think it’s a problem of unbalance: the Spaniards thought that their poverty gave them an excuse to rob us; the young Chilean thought that the freedom of their youth was more important that the respect to the work and dedication of the young people of other times; the corrupt politician thought that his need of money was more important than the common good of the people that chosen him; Greenpeace thinks that the fight for the environment is more important that anything else. ANYTHING. And that’s wrong, nature is important but history, science, art, and happiness are too. Beyond that when you consider yourself a God then you’re unbalanced, that in my dictionary is the origin of extremisms. For example I support the end of that torture disguised of art named bullfight, but I don’t support the people that paint private walls promoting its end because that is violence against the freedom and rights of others.

And that was the action and message of Greenpeace, the new “conquerors”, when they entered without permission, respect nor conscience to Nazca’s Lines. A place extraordinarily sacred: violence.

I promise them I’ll never forget (and I never forget)