usually when i travel i write quite a bit. this didn't happen in peru. my mind had gone quiet to observe the country; to see it/but also hear it/ and feel it each way i could. its beauty, its pain, its history, its fields of corn, its wind, the people i met who shared a part of their home with me, through a gesture, or a smile, or hospitality, or a good conversation. i really fell in love with the landscapes, the culture and the people of the sacred valley. 'valle sagrado de los incas' in spanish, in quechua: willka qhichwa.... here are a few photos from my january travels there.pisac ascentthe town of pisacearly morning walk to climb up to huchoy qusco...huchoy qusco, rain in the valleyso quiet and such a stretch of solitude....yukay, peruyukay, up into the hills, along the riverparu paru. mother out herding the llamas, alpacas, goats and horses with her child.young herder.bringing everyone home for the night.the beautiful colours of pisac market.at the weaving collective with her mama, huilloc, peruexample of weaving technique, cusco peru
one of the peruvian cowboys, vinicunca, peru
one of the lady riders.
rainbow mountain on a winter's day.
curious new friend.
my favourite image from my day at machu pichu.
not yet friends, but the sweetest photograph.
one of my favourite ladies in cusco.
hope you enjoyed this little collection. a broader portfolio will be added to by website soon. i will be putting a show together of this work for may - so be in touch if an image is of interest. firstname.lastname@example.org