Wind, bones and the open steppe
East of the mountains the landscape empties out, and the wind becomes the main character.
Nobody warns you properly about the wind. On some days it is hard to open a car door, and every photograph needs a faster shutter than you expect.
The steppe is full of small, quiet details: guanaco bones bleached by the sun, skulls half-hidden in the grass.
It sounds grim, but walking there felt peaceful. Everything is slow and very far apart.
Tip: Use a lens hood and keep a microfibre cloth handy — the wind throws dust at everything.