In the clouds a spirit wants to fly to other skies.
The day advancing…
One of the things I love more is to see clouds so close that I could touch them with my hands. It’s an illusion but a good one.
The waves in the landscape… A hidden road to the red castle and a sky so blue behind the clouds of a storm that did not become to be.
Beyond the clouds un joli bleu. : )
Ichu, the yellow grass (except in Summers when it’s green) of the Andean Plateau… The weather can change, the water can be absent for months. But it will survive. It’s not stubborness but nature.
Ichu, el pastizal amarillo (excepto en verano cuando es verde) del altiplano… El clima puede cambiar, el agua escacear por meses. Pero sobervivirá, no por terquedad sino por naturaleza.
In my land the Earth is a place among clouds and stars.
Before the fury of the night…
It’s in Imata at 3930 meters of altitude (12 893 ft). The night has claws of ice biting your flesh, if you know the nature and respect it then you know that you have to walk faster before the darkness…
But also there is a poetic beauty in crossing the highlands in the dark knowing that every step is a fight to live.