I love those kind of clouds to paint. They seem to be so low… visiting the Earth.
This can be not the best photograph in my blog, but it’s one I relate with memories… with old homes with windows and metallic frames and me just seeing the sunset, thousands of them across the years since kid.
Times when time is slow… and very kind.
In Aymara the past is in front of our eyes, the more distant the farther our past…
In the clouds a spirit wants to fly to other skies.
In middle of the highway that links Arequipa city to Ilo city there is a place called Cocachacra. It’s closer to the sea and it’s a little city whose main activity is agriculture. I think I’ve never poot foot in the ground, as I seen from the car, and being the sea so close actually I am attracted more to the latter. This are photographs from a car in movement…
The farmers were preparing the field for new crops… I don’t know if it’s the better way to do it, I mean… burning.
I would loved to be a cowboy… as I watched some series when kid. In newspapers they are always asking cowboys… but in Peru a cowboy is not a guy that goes from town to town with adventures, but a guy that works in a farm. Truly an exciting life but not the same as in the movies. :D
The day advancing…