Day meets storm

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


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