Saturday, 10 February 2007

Nadador de los Andes


I must now regress and admit that the aspect of this man that most attracted me was the eagle in his chest, etched crudely in mid-flight, with its unfinished feathers dangling in disarray. He was visiting his family shortly before going back to Queens, NY; to the grind.
He seems to have acquired wings that combine the mountains in the background and a nearby roof. The descending fog from the gorge gives the image a surreal hint. The wings make him look like an andean angel, despite the Emiliano Zapata moustache. The mountain opens up into a gentle slope and becomes a street, a few hundred yards further down.

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