Day meets storm

I love those kind of clouds to paint. They seem to be so low… visiting the Earth.

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Clouds over the yellow fields

Under the fury and the noise of storms and powerful winds a field of yellow plants bloosom in a perfect field of yellow suns. Delicate doesn’t equals to lack of will to survive.

Vacas pardas

I was travelling between the cities of Juliaca and Puno and I saw these brown cows, okay, brown with white. I think that was the first time I saw ones of those variety. I took the photograph from the moving bus, I’d love to just ambling around the highway. But in this country were nobody does anything without a functional reason I think (as it happened before) I would draw the attention. People with faces like this ————-> :O and me with a face like this ————–>xD