A rest stop fitting for its surroundings.
A rest stop fitting for its surroundings.
Outposts of respite from the afternoon sun recede into the distance along the arid coastline.
Slowly relinquishing themselves to the surrounding landscape.
A vendor makes their way between outposts of visitors to the desolate coastline.
Scenes of the bleached landscape and city reflected in an automotive classic.
The textures, materials and colors of Arequipa.
Camouflaged amongst her offerings of magazines, papers, comics and snacks.
Horse takes some well needed with her friends.
The most efficient path home atop the island finds its way through the fields prepped for the next crop. The backdrop of one of the few villages on the island, the sacred lake and the high mountains of Bolivia in the background catch only my attention. A common thread that weaves its way through all my photos. The everyday and mundane to one is awe inspiring to another.
One of our gracious hosts during our stay on the lake. I remember his energy, enthusiasm, curiosity and whistle.