One of the hardest things about being an artist is that sometimes, you just don’t want to have anything to do with your craft.
I’ve run into this multiple times when it comes with photography. One of the reasons I love to travel is because I become inspired with the surroundings. I feel the need to document. I find beauty everywhere. Unfortunately, I feel like my mind has been lacking in the creativity department lately. That was, until Peru.
I’ve been wanting to go to Peru since I was a wee kid. I had been pouring over any National Geographic I could get my hands on and would beg my mom for more when she would hit up the swap meet. Peru has been on the top of my bucket list of some time.
Cusco did not disappoint. I had absolutely no expectations. I did no planning or research before. I wanted to see it with a “clean” opinion, or an unbiased mind in the world of opinionated travel bloggers.
We went out on our photography walk and it happened without me even realizing it.
I snapped about 300 photos in a matter of an hour walk. Everything was perfect. Everything was what I needed Cuzco to be. To hell with all the haters who don’t do the “tourist” thing. I was in heaven and that is exactly what I needed for the photographic soul.
I even got yelled at by an old man who was shining shoes for standing on the grass and giggled. The hustle and bustle was music to my ears. The bells of the church rang in my heart. The smiles of the indigenous women trying to get me to pay money to take pictures with their babies made me smile.
I was exactly where I needed to be.
This is when I knew that no matter how Machu Picchu turned out, it would be perfect to me.
And you know what? That is all that matters.