I just made this epic tome of my images from Peru. I built it as a book dummy and portfolio piece. Its about 160 pages and is being printed on high quality, Ilford Pearl Lustre paper with archival end pages, an oatmeal colored linen cover with this cool, wrap around cover sheet. You can view it here and even order one though its damn expensive. My concept for the book was to show different vignettes and photo stories from my 9 months of travel in Peru in 2009 and have fun, colorful chapter breaks with grids of various cultural items. Some examples below.
While in China a couple months ago I visited the rural province of Jinagxi which is the SouthEast, about 6 hours from Shanghai. While walking a road thru a lush mountain valley on the way to an isolated village I was struck by the incredible amount of insects and reptile buzzing, hopping and slithering about. The snakes were so prevalent they were ubiquitous roadkill.
In October I went to China to visit family and during my two-week trip there my mother and I ventured into the South Eastern province of Jianxi, a rural area full of farms, the city that originated blue painted porcelain ceramics to the world and of 1000 year old “postal roads”. These trails, in-which mail was delivered, meander thru and over lush mountain valley’s connecting isolated ancient villages. We did a 9 mile hike (uphill by mistake…sorry mom!.) and ended in Big Liking, one of a handful of hamlet style villages surrounding the small city of Wuyuan. I was struck by the architecture, the serenity, the simplicity, the human shit used for fertilizer. We walked around this tiny village and others nearby for two days and these are my images.
Inside an 800 year old Hall.
Antique barber chair.
In my last trip to Peru I stumbled upon a ceremony where people came to have their vehicles blessed by a priest in the parking lot of a 200 year old church. The priest from the church was going car to car and showering cars, people, engines, tires and grandmas alike with holy water as well as blessings to ensure the people safe travel. The church, located up a mountain from San Salvador in a tiny enclave named Huanca, hosts the ceremony every year and the 200 or so people had driven from all around Southern Peru.
The 200 year old church which hosts the ceremony is an hour East of Cusco, the city in the South of Peru that one goes to before venturing on to Machu Picchu.
Here is some film images from my recent three week trip to Peru. These are all from Peru’s capital city of Lima. Pizarro founded the city in 1535 in the valleys of three conjoined rivers, hence the overcast and smoggy air quality as the surrounding desert mountains don’t let the air circulate out to the ocean. Its said to be a dangerous place but I really dig it. Its medieval, depressed, gritty and alive…much more then the more up-scale suburbs that most tourists and Limenos prefer.
Just returned the other day from my second jaunt to the land of my girlfriend. Spent 3 weeks, a couple in Lima then a week in the south where my moms and I tackled a day on the famed Inca Trail and then took in Machu Picchu. Twice in 9 months..never thought that would happen..so don’t need to go there for about 5 years but lots more to see in Peru. I would like to visit a more recently discovered ruin in the north named “Kuelap” that is said to rival Machu Picchu and gets just a handful of tourists. Also, the deserts of Ica are amazing for paleontology. Take a walk back in there and u will literally stumble on exposed whale skeletons.
All the images here are from my G9 Point and Shoot. I shot 20 rolls of film but haven’t gotten them souped yet. The images are actually in the chronological order I shot them starting on Dec 21 to Jan 11th. Lots more to come…
Lake Titicaca, one of the worlds highest lakes (12,500ft.) sits on the border of Bolivia and Peru. It was quite beautiful. And the 9 hour drive on the bus from Cusco was equally as beautious….rolling hills, snow-capped peaks, villages, valleys, etc…
For Christmas and New Years I ventured, along with my lady, to the Southern regions of Peru. As a lover of road-trips I pushed for using the car and taking our time. We seemed to enter a new eco-system every day..desert, dunes, coastal grass lined cliffs, mountains, canyons. New Years Eve was spent in the bottom of the worlds deepest canyon in an adobe hut. The 2.5 day long debacle of our car breaking down at 12,000 ft. was not fun while it happened nor has it gained a rosier shade upon recollection. Getting out of Lima, a rather drab and chaotic mess of a city was probably the best part though some Peruvian “magic” was experienced.
Our drunk burro driver kept falling asleep on the 2 hour sweaty, dusty, scary ride out of the canyon on New Years day morning. Along the route were 3000 ft drops inches away from the burro’s feet so I was not super stoked to say the least. We had walked down (and I walked like a zombie for days after) so when my princess said she wanted to take this way out I secretly was relieved.
After being stranded for 24 hours in the middle of nowhere and dealing with a rescue vehicle Fiorella procured that had to be push started every 20 minutes, we finally got to another middle of nowhere place and a tow truck was our way out over a mountain pass back to Arequipa where we spent an extra half day getting the car fixed. Fuel pump lined disconnected from bottoming out…
Fiorella scared the living shit out of me with a 2 minute long blood curdling scream while in a dune buggy in Huacachina, a cool little literal oasis city in the dunes. We took the buggy up so I could try sandboarding and give my addiction of descent down hills with wood strapped to my feet a little dose of satisfaction (review: pretty fun though hard to link turns and sand is not so forgiving on the arse). I thought she was having an anxiety attack and was going to give herself an aneurysm. Turned out she was having a blast. RUDE!
The Andes out of the 8 seater plan I was lucky enough to take for the last two trips to the jungle forgoing the triathlon of nausea I was getting sick of.
The downside of flying to the amazon is being stuck at the base camp of the oil company we are being sponsored by. Its called Nuevo Mundo (New World) as is the community they rent the land from a 1/2 mile away. Fuckin missionaries. It’s tiny and ur confined to little aluminum boxes for rooms with bunk beds and not allowed to leave the little wood walkways. This is the runway.
I went to the disco in our community to get a light and was scarcely greeted in the dark by this monster. These two bar-backs did not know what lurked just above them nor would they of cared though this huge spider is quite poisonous. They most likely would have walked around and smacked it dead with their hand.
Anyone know the way to Pgirukotanwu Pwiyawaka?
On the last days of our trip the students took us fishing. We stopped by the farm of one of my students who had stopped attending class as he had to help out on the family farm. These shots are from that land which was unlike anything I had seen in the amazon; rolling hills, cows, lots of birds, tons of fruit trees and serious traditional living.
The ants are that big. The voracious insects are one thing I won’t miss about the jungle.
fucking Cameron. Though in defense of my student, who carved this on his handmade oar, his last name is Lima.
I walked up a ravine for about 45 minutes feeling like I was the first man to do so and that I would come upon a giant snake at any moment. No snakes but did see this butterfly with transparent wings.
This is the living room of the family whose upstairs we used for our tent city each month. Watching one of the daughters make a cake gave me another inkling about how I may have gotten sick. I also watched the adorable baby in the background (who we lovingly called the “gorda nina” or “fat baby”) be bathed in a bucket in the kitchen which then after our fish was dressed in before dinner.
I have been told from quite reliable sources that the reasons a lot of the kids had orangish-blond hair was a lack of nutrients in their diet but I am not sure how that would explain the eyes.
This woman is looking at a photo one of my students took of her working in traditional Amazonian ceramics. That was one of the topics a student choose as there are only 3 woman left in the community still practicing the craft and it surely will die out as the kids get more wooed by the likes of Hannah Montana and what not. Was a nice moment. Almost got a smile out of a community member which was quite a feat.