The previous week I published the first part of my visit to a non touristic place called Imata. It is half way my home city in Puno Region (highlands) and Arequipa Region (near the coast) If you have curiosity is here: Imata I: The Blue I know that there isn’t a clear difference between both posts, but remember that the change in the day is gradual, there are half tones between the words day and night.
Recapitulating I was searching for some waterfalls, but they were so far and my goal was just to walk and see whatever the road would give me to me. This second and last part is about Imata’s surroundings beginning when the light was gold until the blue light of stars and the moon as only companion.
Crossing this point, this river, I had a little opportunity to see if I could go to the waterfalls, but that was an insane dream: I had walked near three hours to that river, if I would tried to go I probably had got hypothermia; so I just take more vistas for a prudent and reasonable time and came back to the town of Imata. My limit was this rock formation with the river, the sunset and the moon. I think it worth the adventure.
And that was the end of the blue hour. Actually I didn’t take so much photos. I think that with a better camera is less necessary to take more pictures. A time ago with the old compacts I had to take at least three times more photos to can get one with a better exposure, and of course I hadn’t enough practice. But know I am taking much less photos but at the same time everyone has more right to exist, in reference to what I want as photography. It is the fantastic that it’s just a hobby, I am not worried if it fulfill professional requirements… Simply I take what I want.
And that was all. I walked again two hours and half and I bought some things in Imata. After that I waited for a car that would do service between Juliaca and Arequipa. After one hour or a bit more fortunately one passed the highway and I just paid ten soles (a bit more of three dollars) to come back to the city.
I would like to go another day to see the waterfalls, but to go to normal places has its risks. I mean, the first is that you can be truly alone there, so if you aren’t careful anything could happen and nobody would notice it; there is no much data and the people in those places although kind and polite haven’t much interest in know those places. That’s understandable, they have to work. But it also has great advantages. You are truly alone so you can think clearer, have a pause and in a certain way start again with a better point of view. Nothing like go to another place to see how some situations are really meaningless and other ones are worthier of our attention and valuable time.
I’m going to put some articles with several photos about a place or a travel. Perhaps in our fast times that is counterproductive but I think that that’s going to give a better understanding of the photographs. I hope to do this at least one time per month, but not more than one per week. This first part is Imata with daylight.
Imata is a town between Puno and Arequipa. There was a time when it had more population but today there is no much people, and well, if you hope a tropic place with trees, one thousand birds and girls barely dressed the reality is that the Andes modify the climate so strongly that in fact it is a cold place. I born approximately at 3800 metres above sea level, but Imata is higher: 3930 metres above seal level (12893 feet of altitude) I felt cold but not much and anyway Darwin mentions Dr. Huxley’s studies about the quechuas and, my group, aymaras, we are adapted to our high altitude. So I went just with enough cloths, the lighter possible.
To travel the most important thing to me is not the digital camera, but a good pair of shoes, even without food I know what I can do to survive in the highlands, but to do that the shoes are super important. I took my Sony R1 with me, I hadn’t yet my polarizer, and neither my 1000x nd filter nor my reverse graduated square filter. So I went with the naked Zeiss glass. If someone thinks in this age that an UV filter is needed I hope that seeing my photographs that one can see that is completely wrong.
I chose Imata because I wanted some quiet place, my plan was go to some non-touristic place, and in this case there was the promise of waterfalls. Unfortunately they were so far away! Perhaps another day I’ll take a bus. A chose also Imata that specific day because my android app tell me that the moon would be in the day, so I could have a more interesting vista of the sky.
I was received by caracaras, they are little vultures. They are used to see humans because they didn’t look shy to my presence.
I ask for some data but the people seemed not to walk so much to the waterfalls. I understand it, when you live in a place is something common to no have much time to a free time.
I follow the highway and take the fewest images I could, because I think it’s better one good photograph to one hundred blind shots.
In Perú you are going to see crosses in the highways. Actually they are memorials to remember relatives that died in accidents. Would be great if those crosses were just a few but the sad truth is that highway accidents are frequents.
The caracaras are omnipresent and has no fear to pose to my lens (is that or I look half dead haha).
The town is behind and the drivers are surprised to see me. Is a bit uncomfortable because I am well dressed so I don’t understand very well the stares. So I walk a bit far from the highway which is cool because there are greater vistas with less garbage.
And that’s everything for this first part. The next part, the next week, will be “Imata II: The Gold”
In photography I like to try new things, I like to try the clichés to after avoid them. Although I guess I am committing a lot of photographic clichés. I don’t know, I have no much photographic books and I am not totally familiarized with the big names of this art. But I am learning something new everyday so I hope to be more and more in the water.
This photo could be a natural landscape but the highway was near so I wanted to mix a urban type of photo with landscape. Fortunately the night covered me against the car driver’s incredulous stares. I mean, Is it so hard to believe that someone is walking alone in middle of the nature? Is that or I’m so skinny that probably more than a walker I seem a ghost, lol.
I liked the composition so I took just two or three pictures more and after that I walked two and half hours to the near town of Imata and… well, that is a story for another day.
Every day occurs a sunset and at the same time it’s never going to happens again.
When a child I tried to remember the details of the most extraordinary ones. I have some of them in my memory but they are things that are going to pass with oneself. There are things made to be created and after its culmination be forgotten because they are special, and in some situations I’d say they are sacral, in the human meaning; but also is true that there are things made to be shared, because would be a pity if those memories were lost in dust.
In this occasion I’d like to share this sunset with you.
I am using (again) WordPress. I think it could be a better experience since I have more to show. I write some articles, I have certain architectural ideas and projects, and the photography is a new hobby that possibly could show more of the hidden places with some soul in them.
Nop, English is not my native language and yep, grammar nazis are welcome ;-)
Well, this place is halfway between the regions of Puno and Arequipa in Perú. This is not a touristic place, but I’ve always been attracted to certain rocks. I suppose that is from our native culture that saw the nature as something not like a god and more like a venerable ancestor. Pukará in quechua means “fortress”, I don’t know if that place has a name; pukará is the word I thought in that moment and nothing more.