Pichu Pichu

behind the mountain a borning fire

behind the mountain a fire borns

Seven peaks shape the extinct volcano named Pichu Pichu. Allegedly the name means “Group of Peaks” It is located near Arequipa city in the Peruvian south. The highest peak is at 5664 meters above sea level (18,356 ft), the height is not much (the city is at 2335 meters/7661 ft)  With centuries of history.

Morning

As it is toward the East I like to photograph it at morning, in the few times I can wake up so early xP

cold dawn

orange clouds

warm sunrise

warm sunrise

ethereal fire

ethereal fire

cold dawn

cold dawn

afternoon
cumbres de luz

peaks of light

sculpture of unknown creature

sculpture of unknown creature

Other point of view

From the national park behind it looks like this:

Long shadows

long shadows

Ascension

Once I climbed up it. It was with the first camera I had… without memory I had just take twelve photographs, from those twelve just three survived the crash of my hard disk. So here I have a lot of memories, but just three photographs :D

A kiss in your forehand

a kiss in your forehead

Heads seeing the deep blue...

heads seeing the deep blue

King of the mountain

king of the mountain

Actually the mountain is an old place, quite old… there are mummies and in one of the seven peaks with an Incan platform. We went to a peak where there is a metallic cross. I am doing something I never did before in my blog and is to post a photograph that wasn’t taken by me. It was taken by one of the climbers, I have not his name but thanks and credit to him (we shared among everybody the photos we took) I am the one in the front in white, the others had jackets… me not, because I am from the highlands, actually I feel so much heat in the coast! (I edited the white balance and exposure of the photograph to show it with more clarity) In the background is the volcano Misti.

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And that’s all. A mountain with my memories, one that I have climbed to the peak, I am the one of white clothes : )

The night of the human moths

Tears in fire

Tears in fire TTTnTTT

There are a race of hunters interested in human beings, to chase them they take advantage of the fascination for light of our species. Hidden I got to see their work.

Placing the bait
Elemental castles

elemental castles

They prepare their traps at day, with lines they erect temporal structures.

Cubes, lines and a star of six points

cubes, lines and a star of six points

Song of fire

And at night they fire them, to gather and harvest the human moths.

Fury in Fire

fury in fire

I can barely bear the vision of the light… so haunting, so spectacular…

Electrical garden

electrical garden

A red flower that exists for around a heartbeat to vanish into the black without stars.

Two stars

two stars

Wheels

blooming flower

A burning temple

a burning temple

Heart of the night

heart of the night

Rock star

rock star

Lord of Smoke

lord of smoke

Explosion!

explosion

"Welcome to hell" said the devil

“welcome to hell” said the devil

Grand Finale

grand finale

End of the night

And the lights starts to vanish. The hunters are going to harvest the mesmerized crowd.

Magic world, ask a wish

magic world, make a wish

Lord of the fields

 

Lord of the fields

In some way I think in a baseball player, running from one… basement? to the other. I don’t know the baseball rules.

It was time to harvest I think, around here, Cocachacra, the farmers sell sugar and watermelons in the highway to the travelers and some kilometers ahead in a little town next to a river they sell shrimp pancakes. I see this scene with a bit of sadness, but it wasn’t there when I took the photograph. Actually the countryside looked quite happy that time.

Lantern

Lantern

Noon: a lantern write with its language of shadows in the wall: it wants to compete with the young men of the night before.

***

I don’t see many news, I think there is an obsession with the bad ones and so few of the good ones, because there is goodness in the world too. I think in the people of Brussels and Istanbul.

I have chosen to don’t forget, as it happened to me when child, that there are also solidarity and support even in war; that always we will find a way to be happy, doesn’t matter what people, who needs help for his behaviour, try to do to dirt the heart, it’s just in our nature to pay with compassion to ourselves. That’s what we do in my years as children and we got to survive in a better world. I trust that is going to happen there in the far and dear Europe.