David Hilgier Photographs

The colors of her clothing and accessories stand out from her surroundings.

The city below revealing itself the higher we explored the hills and mountains bordering the city.

Competing amongst a sea of other white knuckle offerings, a combi attendant waits for the next set of riders.

White dogs. Black dogs. Big dogs. Small dogs. Hairless dogs. Dogs Fights. Dog Orgies. One of the countless free range dogs we encountered in Peru exploring Cusco with us.

The climate, altitude and landscape’s impact on those who inhabit the city and surrounding areas visible in all aspects of life. Weathered textures and bleached colors are commonplace and a visual reflection of day to day life.

A corner of the world that exists no where else that I got to experience. On the other hand, a scene of commonality making the world smaller than it is. I could go find a similar composition on one of the many streets in Denver occupied by Ma and Pop mechanics. A thousand miles away or around the corner on Colfax Ave. or Federal Blvd.? In the end its not important. What matters to me is that I like it and it invokes meaning and memories of experiences past. I love the story this scene creates in my mind. I’m drawn to the texture, the color, and the evolving message of the utilitarian signage.

Same day, same shit. Different day, different shit.

An unseen vendor trustingly leaves their cart for a midday break.

With a general disregard for more conservative traffic norms and methods, vehicular transit within Peru is not for the faint of the heart.

Texture so vivid I can still feel, hear, and smell it.