Many a time have I merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another troublesome day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers remembered and rivers imagined. Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadows, rivers that have eroded down deep into a mountain’s belly, sculpted the land. Peeled back the planet’s history exposing the texture of time itself.
☆ Salar de Uyuni (Bolivia) by night.
"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."
(c) I don’t own anything.
Adding this destination to my future.