Antonio Castles

COLOMBIA | Friday, 28 December 2012 | Views [346] | Comments [1] | View Smaller Image

With the first rays of the sun, I get out my tent after a miserable sleepless night. Breathing is very difficult, but the cold crawling into my bones makes me forget about it. I cleared the frost from the bag of my 4x5 camera, grabbed the tripod and walked away from the camp to see the dawn gently covering the ice crown near the a majestic rock called The Devil's Pulpit.

At 4500 meters above the sea level life forms have faded and the cold becomes threatening. As we ascended into the cloud, the purest water keeps flowing from a height that will not reveal itself. Not so many years ago, this whole area was a red zone: the guerrilla crossed the iced peaks and settled in the region, some even in the same farm in which we stayed. Just to imagine the stamina of those men, carrying their equipment across this path of stone seems frightening. Our endurance is tested, as well as the battery of my medium format camera.

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Hermoso el Pulpito del Diablo, una aventura increiblemente fascinante!

mikeru79 Jan 11, 2013 6:11 PM

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