In the remote highlands of the Andes, I lived with a native community whose life unfolds in harmony with the land and wind.
These images are not just a document, but a quiet homage — a world where time lingers, and the unseen is part of everything.
Antikuna ñauraytaki
wairaqpa kunkanmi
pura sayaq qaqakunapi autiq:
wairallamanta paqarisqa zhaqa ancha kallpayuq.
Andean music is the voice of the wind
that howls among the high rocks:
nothing but air, but nevertheless very strong.
— Quechua poem
Technique: 35mm film photography