1980s
Eroded rock in the Valley of the Moon, the morning survey
Dry lake and mountain, the camp somewhere on the left
The lagoon at Catamarca, the cleanest water I ever sampled
The turquoise lake from the ridge, taken while out of breath
The panorama from the pass, seven frames stitched in my head
Salinas Grandes, blue water over white salt
Salt flats and the range from the light aircraft, the only flight
Snow on the peaks above the salar, the coldest night of the trip
The lagoon in the desert, the last full roll
The Andean plain at dusk, packing upA dry season for a change: salt flats, altiplano lakes and the thinnest air I have worked in. Half the rolls came back with dust in them.