Sunday, July 03, 2005
I never got back to talking aobut the trip to Colombia. It was beautiful, as the last time I was there... but also more harsh. Intense. In Medellin, Bea had several times pulled me aside, our backs to a post or tree, as we waited for some guy who was following us to give up on us and pass on by. When that happens a few times, you start to want to go home. And yet, I couldn't stop wanting to see more.
The shot above was taken in a town on the central Cordillera of the Andes, an hour and a half north of Bogota. Zipaquira is famous for hosting a cathedral scooped out of a working salt mine.