In 1974 the unmistakable sound of a steam engine drew me to the Cuzco train station. After buying a ticket, a brief conversation with the station master got me into the yard where a locomotive was being backed out of the roundhouse and onto a turntable. The real surprise came when a man began to move the steaming machine onto another track. Brute strength was required to nudge the perfectly balanced turntable a short distance to the track that led into the yard. With a pry bar leveraged between the pilot and a track, the process was over in minutes. The engine was joined to our train, which then skirted the Urubamba River through the Sacred Valley of the Incas to the Aguas Calientes station at the base of Machu Picchu. Only upon developing the roll of film and making a print, did I realize the image I had envisioned .
Four kilometers outside Cuzco lies Sacsayhuamán, an important ceremonial site for the Incas.
Sacsayhuamán translates as "satisfied hawk": from the Incan language Quechua: sacsay, satisfied + huamán, hawk.
Children slide down the sidewalk on a homemade go-cart.
Open-air public transport,
Chalk art: a universal expression.
Woman carrying her shopping basket past massive doorway with repurposed stone blocks.