afternoon

Dragon skin

Dragon skin

…in the rocky hills, Can you see it?

This is in middle of the road that connect Juliaca (my city) to the near Lampa, the pink city, in the Andean Plateau at more than 3800 meters above the sea level in a place if weren’t for Andes would be a tropical jungle :P. The true name of my city is Xullaca; I think in the case of Lampa that’s true name.

The mermaid in the oceans of the South waiting a pirate from far away

The mermaid in the oceans of the South waiting a pirate from far away

 

It feels like the time had no substance. it is just real when there is a “you & I”; it turns eternal when I meet your voice, your eyes and your smile. My previous time is rewritten as a preface of our history. Wait for me, my princess. ~w~

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Se siente como si el tiempo fuese inmaterial. Se vuelve real sólo cuando hay un “tú y yo”, se vuelve eterno cuando encuentro tus ojos, tu voz y tu sonrisa. Mi vida anterior se reescribe como un prefacio de nuestra historia. Espera por mi, princesita… a.n.c.z. ~n~

(I bought the little mermaid in the port, I thought it would be nice to photograph with the sunny day in the coast. I am not sure if the artisan handcrafted it as the rest of the work there made with shells and mother pearl, it has no indication, but well done to the unknown artisan ^w^)

Memories of Paucarpata

Rain of light over me

rain of light over me

I know I have not posted longer articles since a time. I am quite busy with my projects. But today I decided to give me a relax and to publish some photographs. These are from some years ago with a point and shoot of four megapixels in a place named Paucarpata.

Walking to another realm

walking to another realm

Paucarpata means “flowery platform” and it’s actually pre-hispanic farm platforms still in use. It’s located in Peru in one of the districts of Arequipa city. I walked with a friend philosopher when I was at university.

Stone by stone...

stone by stone

These barriers made with stone are called “pirka” you can found them in every farmland in the Peruvian highlands, in the deserts of the coast use vegetal fibers instead.

Two old pals talking

two old plas talking

Family

family

I don’t know if they are related, but I liked so much the idea of family ties in the vast countryside.

A road to fantasy-land

a road to fantasy land

Radiography

radiography

Remains of buildings, exposing the with volcanic rock as a kind of bones after the rain…

Watcher of the sky

watcher of the sky

Light painting softly the countryside

light painting softly the countryside

Seeing from the distance I think the fully automatic little camera did a good job. But that time I was getting closer to its limits…

A last try of warmness

a last try of warmness

And that was just a good time. It was one of the few times I walked with somebody else. Except the last year in July… And I think I can notice that my partners in crime get quickly impatient… I am not the kind of guy that just walk away and snap shots. I like so much to taste the place and see… and walk and get lost in it, even if I cannot get to discover it completely.

I prefer to know a little but well that know  everything but just superficially.

Thinking in a far past

thinking in a far past

Seed of a new city

Seed of a new city

There is a place outside Arequipa city where a new city, probably for farmers, is growing. It’s a slowly being bigger and ordered; it is in the desert and in the afternoon a big shadow covers it. The mountain far away in the center is the volcano Misti.

I think in it as a baby city, getting bigger with the time… I use to wonder every time I travel if in few time it’s going to have cars, skyscrapers, planes, crowds and the noise of big cities and if I would say I knew it when it was a baby city.