The first step onto the salt flats in Bolivia is like entering another world. The whiteness makes you squint; the perspectives of near and far change while your eyes adjust. The salt crunches under foot, and the small pieces you pick up crumble away to nothing. The last remaining areas that are covered with water, reflect the people, vehicles and the mountains on the plains. A slight breeze ruffles the pools, distorting the mirrored images. There is a quietness. Vehicles can be seen in the distance but seem so so far away that you feel you are on your own, peaceful and undisturbed.
Journeys with my pencil 