Light attempts to penetrate the entrace of Anfiteatro, a natural stone amphitheatre where sound reverberates through the porous rock to create an alarmingly encompassing acoustic soundscape. Rising hundreds of meters on either side of the trail, the light falls like a morning mist as the day slowly slips behind distant mountain tops. As quickly as its fissures arose, it feels as if the latent power of the rocks could swallow you whole at any moment.
After pulling myslef away from the mighty school of the waters, I rode steadfast for twenty four hours acrosss the Argentinin pampas towards a new climate zone in the state of Jujuy. This picture was taken on the route towards Cafayate, outside of Salta, in an area which seemed more and more like a highlight reel of the American Southwest every km I moved further down the road. The richness of the coloration in the sandstone was like peering through a transparent epidermis into the lifeblood of a massive sleeping giant, ready to swallow me in a digestive crevice.
How many tentacles can you count on this massive cactus? You should have seen the man eating jackrabbits that congregate beneath its spiny limbs, I only had a moment to shoot this as my car was quickly surrounded.
My first day at Iguazu (this picture is a bit out of sequence) was characterized by brilliant sunlight, and even more brilliant rainbows linking Los Catartas´ offering of its mist up towards the sky. Its rare to see such amazing reciprocity, watching the rain drizzle into the river as it pulverizes its molecules and sends them towards the heavens to condensate and continue the flow of energy it (and gravity) catalyzes.
"Praise be to....oh wait these falls don´t fall within the idols prescribed by my dogma!!" The brother in the bottom left had a less than savory look on his face when he realized his exulatations were being photographed by a snickering long hair from above. Don´t worry buddy, I sent them all up towards the big guy.
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