Day meets storm

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

Blaze in the Andean Plateau

Now I traveled to my city, so I am closer to the heaven. ; )

Golden game

A blue so pure that almost it is a fantasy wall, a yellow so vast that seems to cover the whole world.

A game in the Andean highlands.

Children’s street

 

A line of light. : )

It was strange, that old street in Lampa city seemed one owned by children. Like a secret.

Light over the red labyrinth

An aperture in middle of the city of bricks. Makes me think in the words of Emperor Augustus… “I found a Rome of bricks; I leave to you one of marble”.

Symmetry of two

 

 

In the ancient Peru when a building was finished in its construction it has dual figures in the top, and other two figures (as twins) buried in the underground. They represent a kind of thanks and a wish of good luck and fortune. If they are not in pairs then they are not supposed to work.

When Spaniards came in that hurtful event the bulls they bring showed such power that the animals used before were replaced by them. These bulls are called “Bulls of Pucará”, pronounced Pooh-kah-rah. So it is the culture evolving and adapting. Change is important in life.

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

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.

Mark the chickens

Peruvian election means an attack of advertisements. Political parties use any space in order to get votes. It’s curious to find them in the countryside where they use the whole facade of homes. xP

Durante las elecciones en Perú hay bastante publicidad electoral. Los partidos usan cada rincón disponible para publicitarse. Me parece raro el cómo lo hacen en el campo, donde usan fachadas enteras de las casas. xD