where the land meets the sky
oh, those mountains. mountains that deserve your utmost attention to drink in their offerings of ancient stories and bird's secrets. when you look at them long enough, they start to subtly dance, as if waving to you down below, reminding you of their aliveness and the wisdom in being still and patient. houses built from the same matter that nourishes the food that keeps bodies alive. deep red clay dirt, holding us safe in homes as the elements pass through the valley, entering us through the food that grows in its fertile tracts, staying under our nails so that we don't forget where we came from. they say that a huge arrow was thrown in the air at the beginning, and it would land in the most fertile soil and mark the place where the incas should settle and would thrive. and it fell in the umbligo del universo, the belly button of the world, where condors soar and mountains speak and people walk sometimes with their heads down and sometimes with their eyes to the sky, but always to the beat of the land.
A short video from footage taken December 2012 in and around Cuzco, Peru