They say in the peak there is the silhouetted profile of an Inca sleeping. In the end it’s just pareidolia. By the way I climbed the mountain, I don’t know if you can distinguish it in the silhouette. Do u c something :P?
If you have a feeling of déjà vu don’t worry: you are right. I posted this one image before, the rest I didn’t post before but more or less this is my modus operandi. Before to publish a long post I put a images as a preview, but in this case I almost didn’t publish this last part. Is just that I didn’t find another to use as a introduction, I just find the composition very attractive, and I say it without arrogance because the composition was in the nature and I just was there to point the camera.
This photographs are from the road that connect La Union’s province capital city, Cotahuasi, with Huaynacotas. The main attractive is the Cotahuasi Canyon, so if you go there someday I hope these photographs can help you ;-) They were composed within a bus in movement in an unpaved road with the soft light of the dawn, light that usually needs high isos and/or tripods.
And this one is when I came back in the afternoon:
Let me draw you the colours of a sunset ;-)
It would be great to just fly.
Today I dreamed that I was walking around places I didn’t know in the city I am living right now, Arequipa. Suddenly I saw one Hollywood artist that father appreciate so my mission was to get his autograph.
I guess still I feel Arequipa as a foreign city. It’s nice to photograph by the way, I took the picture almost four years ago with an Olympus sp-500uz bridge camera. A little sensor has its advantages. A camera with a bigger sensor would mean a wider dynamic range and that would be contrary to my idea of the light against the silhouettes.
I dreamt about her some time ago, actually three or four years ago. Probably a dream not very remarkable. But she was in there (my image of her really) so it is a haunting dream.
I was the star in a TV show for children, I had a big costume in the form of Homer Simpson and I had to dance and sing in a colorful stage. I dislike so much to dance, I dislike much more to (try to) sing, and the disguises make me feel a bit ashamed, and when child I preferred to see the cartoons more that the tv shows. But I was a professional so I had to do everything I was asked with the heart. Nevertheless the producers wanted more rating so they hired a new co-star to the show. Who was she/he? I didn’t know, and as a professional I didn’t care because I had to work with anything they say. So I was dancing with people disguised of trees and flowers in the stage that was like a garden in the park. So the voice-over starts to talk while we are dancing, the new star is right there as a surprise to the public. There is a lady near me but I cannot see her because I can’t break the dance, because you know, that wouldn’t be professional… The male voice-over says she is from Denmark and I think that the producer have to be mad to bring here a girl from far away, a land so distant, I wonder if the rating has dropped so low. Thus in middle of the dance I permit myself a bit unprofessional glance, just half a second to see her without breaking the choreography. And it is the end, she is dressed in a soft and silky black dress, she is black haired and has a pretty smile and intense eyes. Is in that half a second that I understand that she has a beauty as hadn’t ever seen before in this country, exotism from a far away land.
That was a dream that I remember not because of even a second but for barely half a second. In the shared reality beyond the dream for those days we weren’t talking. I wasn’t a gentleman and came late to see her one day. She was very angry and I understood that I had did a lot of things wrong so my friendship with her was ruined. Two years later I called her and we talked a bit, she ask me to go out for a coffee but I knew that she was just polite and kind, and I polite and invariably said yes. I hope we don’t see anymore, it’s probable that she could give me a hug, but also is probable that she feels uncomfortable, the latter is enough reason to avoid and save her that issue. I couldn’t say I fell in love with her, or perhaps I didn’t allow it, she was from a reality totally different to my life, and I had always that idea that we were deeply incompatibles, assuming she would be able to accept me perhaps she wouldn’t be happy and my remembrance of her would be one not very happy as it is now.
Anyway I think that dream gave me the words I cannot find, that to me she’s a beauty beyond everything I could think possible.
PD: The title is a reference to a line from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman; the story with Milo Manara.