2 June, 2015 – Qhapaq

gold and blue

When I was five and six years old I liked to read, and even before see the figures of encyclopedias and comics; but there was no electric light so I just could do it till four o’clock (in the Andean highlands the sunset is usually at 5:30 pm, go figure) Older brother was in school and parents working so with nothing to do I just sat down in a wooden rocking chair to see the sunsets across the giant old pine. I wouldn’t be surprised if that old pal would be more than one hundred years. Probably because that reason, in part, I liked le petit prince, seeing again, and again, the sunsets; also the Hoppers’ paints, with people taking the sun alone.

One day I photographed a sunset until the twilight. Just because…