Placid waters on Carhuacocha on an early morning after a light snow dusting.
A woman returns home down the dusty mountain path in the small town of Popca at the base of the Huayhuash Range. A quiet life here. A life mostly removed from the outside noise of the modern world. I often wonder what it would be like to grow up in this place. Would there a be a sense of peace or perhaps an urge to roam?
