Posted on July 28, 2020
Posted on July 13, 2021
An abandoned village…
Posted on July 12, 2021
This collection of 11 images are the result of two walks high up in the Bolivian Andes.
I arrived on a Wednesday to one of the highest airports in the world at 4061.5 meters over sea level. The air is very thin at that altitude.Three days later on Sunday, two friends invited me to walk to view the great mountain range Serranías de Murillo, you can see it on the third image.We left at 4:00AM and drove to the furthest accesible road, several kilometres below the first image. We climbed in a slow ascent up to 5100 meters over sea level. Remembering what I was told when exercising to push over the pain, I tried that… bad advice at that altitude because of the lack of oxygen: I felt my heart stop for a couple of beats and my lungs seemed to freeze… not a pleasant experience.
A few weeks later we walked the section at the foot of the mountain range: the marshlands or bofedales.I have very many more images of both of these journeys, I selected this few to share with you.
Posted on July 6, 2021
This is one of the landscapes of the upcoming collection on another section of The Andes: Serranias de Murillo
Posted on June 24, 2021
Not long ago when returning to the country of my birth I decided to visit the lands where my grandparents’ properties were located: Cairoma and Araca, south of the city of La Paz (-67.538221 -16.902729 approximately from Google Maps).
The stories I heard as a child of long journeys my mother, her brothers and sisters undertook as small children, travelling on baskets either side of mules through mountains, fertile valleys, high altitude planes and multi coloured lakes, on narrow paths, through wind swept canyons so windy that often the pack mules would be pushed to the precipice below.
As adults my father and uncles rode horses whenever visiting their lands. They journeyed from west to east, following the valley. My journey was from east to west.
These childhood images have stayed with me and I have travelled in my imaginations with the images in this collection.
The monochrome photograph shows my father to the left wearing riding boots next to his father, wearing a hat third from the left; my uncle Alberto (my mother’s brother), third from the right and his wife to the left of my grandfather Molina. This seems to be a marriage of two young locals.
Posted on June 17, 2021
This image was added to my on going Still Life projects:
Posted on June 8, 2021
One of the snow peaks of Cordillera Quimsa Cruz. To perceive the magnitude of this panorama it is worth pointing out the herd of llamas and alpacas (minuscule dots) to the left of the laguna. (Possibly 16°58’23.8″S 67°30’32.6″W)
Posted on May 27, 2021
Posted on May 20, 2021