Life in Patacancha

and the pictures don´t begin to cover it.

a view of the world from here

the sun shines on my world

I took a hike up the hill behind my hostal today... needed to get out and break my routine, remember that i can´t breathe at this altitude, and visit some ruins. It was great to feel my body so much. steep but i didnt notice because of the lack of oxygen... and the sun was shining and i could finally be alone. it was peace. it was heaven. and when i finally got there i sat for hours. it was calm and quiet. i could hear the energy from town, see them all moving, working, walking but equally interesting was being dive-bombed by a flock of huge balck bees all aparently following the fattest likely the women. all around the world and across species things are always the same...
the quiest was good for my mind... the view was good for my heart.

the new work

i am in peru and about to start a month long volunteer project doing ethnographies and documentary work with a weaving community of women in the mountains near machu picchu.
I will be living with a community that is not on any maps i can find... a place called Patacancha one hour from Ollantaytambo. no electricity, running water and obviously no internet.

there have been countless experiences, realizations and moments that have slipped by unreported and miles and miles since I last posted. I have a new camera and a mew view of life and this journey. for now i will let it all settle and hope to share the rest later.