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Broke Down
– Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
I love this shot, both in its simplicity and power. This old truck that appears abandoned in this vast, unforgiving nothingness. The Bolivian Altiplano has some of the most desolate and surreal landscapes in the world. It is a land of steaming geysers, fumaroling volcanoes, salt flats, and mineral rich polychromed rocks and pools. I got a little more acquainted with the unbridled nature of this place than I bargained for, however, when two days before this shot, our party departed from an already-high 9,000 feet and drove to 16,000 feet in just a couple of hours. I got an awful case of altitude sickness, causing my traveling companions—one of them a med student from the UK—to wonder if my groaning and retching throughout the night wouldn’t be the end of me. In the day that followed, my hearty appetite for exploration was sufficiently dimmed to keep me inside our SUV at most scenic stops. When you’re constantly having to get your driver to pull over in response to your fickle bodily demands, using prickly scrubbed open acreage with howling winds as your bathroom, and in this condition feeling every little bump of the poor roads along a two-hundred mile stretch as they pass undiminished through the shocks of your SUV, you might wonder if this was all worth it. Having begun my return from the dead by the time I arrived to this spot made for a bittersweet experience.
Broke Down
– Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
I love this shot, both in its simplicity and power. This old truck that appears abandoned in this vast, unforgiving nothingness. The Bolivian Altiplano has some of the most desolate and surreal landscapes in the world. It is a land of steaming geysers, fumaroling volcanoes, salt flats, and mineral rich polychromed rocks and pools. I got a little more acquainted with the unbridled nature of this place than I bargained for, however, when two days before this shot, our party departed from an already-high 9,000 feet and drove to 16,000 feet in just a couple of hours. I got an awful case of altitude sickness, causing my traveling companions—one of them a med student from the UK—to wonder if my groaning and retching throughout the night wouldn’t be the end of me. In the day that followed, my hearty appetite for exploration was sufficiently dimmed to keep me inside our SUV at most scenic stops. When you’re constantly having to get your driver to pull over in response to your fickle bodily demands, using prickly scrubbed open acreage with howling winds as your bathroom, and in this condition feeling every little bump of the poor roads along a two-hundred mile stretch as they pass undiminished through the shocks of your SUV, you might wonder if this was all worth it. Having begun my return from the dead by the time I arrived to this spot made for a bittersweet experience.