Last thoughts of a moribund

I shot this landscape yesterday. I was actually in the ground with numb legs and arms and my head lying on a rock, a bit cold despite the summer at nearly 4000 meters or 13 000 feet of altitude. I was feeling a certain sadness because those are my lands and I’ve a great resistance, we evolved to live here; and I was there, tired and at uncertain distance to Santa Lucía city.

So I felt great relief today when I verified in google maps that actually I walked approximately 24 kilometers or 15 miles, and a part of them climbing hills in irregular ground. After that photo my members felt better and I walked some hours more until I could go in a public transport near the city. Also I get my goal to use besides digital a roll of film Portra 160 and walk the landscapes I love so much.

When kid I used to thought that dying in a place like the photograph would be nice, in silence, lucid, awake, until the stars could say you good bye and your body would be untouched by nothing, because in our culture the dead aren’t finished but just are living another life, and because that the body should be safe, but I walked again, and again, and again.

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4 thoughts on “Last thoughts of a moribund

    1. haha, well, I do some training to be healthy, buy anyway my respects to the ones that made marathons. Of course was there to walk and know not to peg out, and although it was tired perhaps now I’m going to have a nice pair of legs XD

    1. Thanks for the kind words, Karen. That photograph worth the long walk if it could draw the attention of an artist of delicate art. Thanks for your visit, kind regards.

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