La Union Province: few vistas from a bus in an unpaved road

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unending

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.

distant sleepers

distant sleepers

fearful

fearful

kamisaraki cotahuasi

kamisaraki Cotahuasi

landscape birthing

landscape birthing

giants at dawn

giants at dawn

terraces

terraces

menacing

menacing

centre

centre

one tree

one tree

And this one is when I came back in the afternoon:

safari

safari

The World Without You

the world without you

 

Midday mostly means you in the traffic, in a hurry to go to eat, trying to finish a work, the sound and the fury of the city that knows that it’s the little time for a noisy break. The world without you, I mean, the world outside your world is like to travel across the time, a slower world, with its own fights but so different to our cell phone or internet fights.

Huaynacotas

a lady and the nfinite

a lady and the infinite

 

Some night a colleague called me. Apparently he needed to travel to Cotahuasi Canyon, to an obscure city called Huaynacotas to take some measures from a project but the journey last fifteen hours and to come back it’s needed at least two days. So he offered me to go with everything paid. I said oki doki so I took a bus to a city I’ve never heard before.

A road half ended, a super violent movie, and several hours after I arrived to the capital city, Cotahuasi, and I had to wait one hour more before another bus took me to Huaynacotas. There are buses just very early before the sunrise and in the afternoon to take the last buses to Arequipa from Cotahuasi. So I was prepared to stay between one or even five days.

But the mayor wasn’t in town (he was a day of distance in car) so I hadn’t nobody to take me to the distant places to measure. I went to the city hall to study the documents and used the few hours before go to the buses to take some photographs. I am not tourist, nor photographer, but I think there are some things that shouldn’t be forgotten, so I share some of them.

The morning was cold, but with the course of the day there was a sunny day.

arch in blue

arch in blue

s-garden

S

Every town has moved from it’s original place, this is because the mess Spaniards caused when they invaded the Empire. The original place was probably in the ruins upside, it’s in the red top:

red ruins and blue gate

red ruins facing the blue gate

a typical day in the church

a typical day under the church

clouds as sheeps

flock of clouds

let's talk

let’s talk

just a tree

tree preparing to colonize

arequipa avenue

Arequipa Avenue

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free the colors!

don't forget me

don’t forget me

fashion red

Fashion Red

 

 

I noticed a tendency in women dresses to use red or fuchsia tones. In Perú you can guess the precedence of a women from the colors or designs they have in their vestment. Of course that doesn’t apply to Peruvian western women because with their clothing you cannot guess their city but their shopping center ; – )

relief

relief

midday in midgarden

Midday in Midgarden

messiah

Messiah

sylvester and fiery

sylvester and fiery

door essential

door essential

garden from dreams

Garden from dreams

breeze b

breeze

last wall from forbidden palace

erosion by blue

A polarizer it’s indispensable for everything that has light reflected as leaves, and with the harsh midday light it can be the difference between a shot that represent what we see against a chaos of white glints. But I reduced the intense blue it give to the atmosphere because that’s very dark compared with the natural midday blue.

prayer

Prayer

duality

Duality

fire in the highlands

dancers in the top of the burning hill

bitter fruits

Bitter fruits

flower constellation

Flower Constellation

As eternal proof to the person who sent me that I was there and not in an Arequipa hotel with alcohol, drugs and girls I took a selfie with my original hat from La Paz ;-), although I’d carried my light hat to hot weather because the temperature was a bit oppressive, this because it’s just to 2700 meters above the sea level (my own city is a thousand meters higher), and the day before I cut my cheek with the razor blade so I guess I arrived to Huaynacotas made a completely mess, lol.

the hat

regards

old road

old road

oasis

Oasis

the high parliament of trees

High Parliament of Trees

serene march

Serene march

sinuous path

Sinuous path

rain is coming to the fields

Hungry ground for clouds

let's work the infinite

let’s work the infinite

come in don't be shy

Cyclop with Chinese hat

the world is a temple

red lips of Snow White

red walker in a sunny day

red walker in a sunny day

That was Huaynacotas, a place were women love red in their clothes, the houses are made of adobe, where there is a red watcher that speaks of ancient times, where everyday you see mountains, forests, roads that need days to go to anywhere and where your life is longer because one day there is like a week in a big city. It would be nice to be more time to understand it better. I’m aymara and found another from my kin there, a gentle woman that came from a city near my own city; Huaynacotas is actually a quechua town so in a certain way it’s like travel to a familiar realm but with those little differences that for be so similar are at the same time so big. I found kind people, I hope they are doing well.

Calm, brother

 

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I like soft skies. For that reason I try to not use polarizers or, as I did in the photograph, get a better representation of the leaves but at the same time digitally reduce the strong tone the sky had with the polarizer and recover the low and soft contrast I saw with these my blue eyes (just kidding, my grandfather has gray/green eyes but all the rest of us have black/brown ones)

Achilles Paradox

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I have three favorites ways to travel: On foot, at every step you own the world with your senses, you aren’t dependent of another one will; inside an aguayo (it’s a square textile, enough big to wrap a child, the women put it in its back to carry everything) it’s so warm, someday I’ll put aguayo’s photos; and on a trycicle, they’ve the driver behind and you are commanding the wind. I don’t like cars, trains although sometimes I like planes but I would prefer paragliding.

The idea is freedom.

Sunstar

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The first time I saw a natural forest was in the last elementary grade year. We, the classroom, went to Machu Picchu and it was thanks to a year of work. The economics were really bad those years in the country so we had to earn the travel.

It was a strange journey. We took the train from our city near the Titicaca Lake to the old Qosqo (Cusco or Cuzco is the wrong name given by the Spanish invaders, and the Titicaca’s real name is perhaps lost in time) We passed near a little volcano and in the night we saw Qosqo, I believed that it was the only magical city in Peru, even the night seemed populated by creatures like amarus (the equivalent of the European Ouroburos, the Chinese Long or Lung, and maybe also the mexican Quetzalcoatl) shaped with the points of the streetlights over the hills.

But when we took another train this time to Machu Picchu I wasn’t prepared to see a real forest. In our lands without many trees the jungle is really another world. Every tree seemed so dark like a mystery to discover, with lost cities under their copes waiting the right people to uncover them, or to see the birds with the most weird tone of red in their feathers. Although with the pass of time I’ve learnt that the most mysterious riddle is the human being, with our cities and everything we do.

Said that actually I wouldn’t live permanently in the jungle, there are a lot of mosquitos, insects and a lot of heat, lol.