Machu Picchu
Every day, early morning clouds had obscured the view of Machu Picchu; today was my last opportunity.
I had come well before sunrise to wait for the perfect shot. It seemed quite possible that again, the clouds would be uncooperative. I watched and waited anxiously; about ten
minutes before the sun crested the mountains east of the ruins the sky began to clear. Then, magically, as if on queue, below me, in the main ruins, a small cloud formed. In a
matter of minutes, I had shot an entire roll. Sometimes a place has the power to move you; Machu Picchu is such a place. |
