A rainy morning in Machu Picchu
The third day we were at Machu Picchu started with a misty rain engulfing the mysterious city. While it didn’t offer the splendid vistas that the ruins and mountains normally present, it created a somber and dramatic feel to the place that we were privileged to experience. This first image here is one of my favorite from our 3 days. It is taken looking back at one of the first structures you encounter as you enter the site. The clouds on the mountains revealed, for just a moment, symmetrical “notches” in the surrounding hills. That image, plus the huddled visitors in the shack, created a scene I hadn’t seen in other photographs of the area and one that appealed to me in its simplicity and tone.
A second thing that struck me as I walked around in the drizzle was that the details of both the ruins and the people were obscurred just enough to render “ghosts” of images making it even easier to imagine the spirits of the ancient culture that still inhabit this shrine….
Lastly, it was impossible not to notice the magical transformation of the ruins and their surrounding vegetation by the weather. Every bush, flower, or weed was covered by the mist yielding another opportunity to marvel at the artistry that is nature.