an army of clouds toward a little boat
This is a lagoon that actually has no name, Lagunillas in English means “lagoon” so I guess it had once a real name but it’s now forgotten; some politician or governmental technic enemy of imagination choose to put a horrible name to a beautiful place.
It’s in the highway in Santa Lucía District in the highlands of the Peruvian southeast at 4174 metres above sea level (13 694 feet). It’s not a touristic place, I went because I always saw it from the bus and a month ago I thought that would be nice to walk in its shores at least once. This is what I found:
The shores
Blond hair gene
like a flowing glass
crystal singing a midday melody
fossilized fire
warrior with white hair
Like a proof that I was there I shot a selfie, hmm perhaps I should get the selfie stick. Sometimes people say me that I look so rigid in my photographs so I tried to be more relaxed, although not so much to be nude, lol.
season of lines
lagoon with green scarf
Then I saw a little boat and as my drawings it has no people inside and sadly there was nobody to ask, a meters beyond it there was a pirka (barrier with rocks in the countryside) saying that it was the limit of a private property, what is not a surprise in the highlands with thousands of years in civilizations, everything seems occupied by a town or community.
a little boat alongside a big hill covered by an infinite sky
This boat curiously had written “Germany Const.” so it was even more strange in that place because usually the boats have names of girls. There are activities of fish farming of trout so probably is of some worker.
a river of white light
But there was the barrier so I took one last shot of it and went upside the hill.
Parallel lines
Upside the hill
World of Lagunillas
Upside the hill there is a yellow world of ichu and communities of lacustrine birds. In the highlands the summer is a season of fast changes, in the time I was there for example it was sunny for moments and cloudy in others; previously I had studied the weather in a span of a week and the day I choose was according to forecasts the one with less probabilities of rain. I love rain but in the countryside usually it comes with electrical storms.
a group of ichu seeing the rocks with yearning
Skull island
birdy games
I saw an halo, usually they are completely circular so I think it’s first time I see one that is instead an arc.
messenger (in colors)
six buddies
I liked the lagoon but not the fact that you cannot walk in several places around it, I like to feel free, not restricted; I shot one last photo and walked to the distant hills. Actually I walked several hours more but that’s for another post.
blended sky and earth
Saying Good Bye to the unnamed lagoon
fluffy cloud
If I had to name the lagoon perhaps it could be the Lagoon of Cotton Clouds, for other side it has no name so you can call it with a name of your own inspiration.
black king
message in a green circle
skirt of thorns
And finally black kiss to say bye ;-)
lil’ lips
Qhapaq 