Windows to the Volcano: Daily Life Suspended Before the Giant
San Pedro de Atacama, Chile — A presence that never sleeps
The horizon doesn’t stretch here — it imposes itself. Licancabur rises like an inverted vanishing point, where the eyes get lost before finding themselves again inside us.
San Pedro wakes under its shadow. Every simple gesture — opening a window, crossing the street, serving coffee — is witnessed by it. As if the entire routine existed in silent reverence to its greatness.
As the sun shifts, so does the volcano. From morning white to golden afternoon, it paints itself with time. But its expression never fades — always alert, almost eternal.
Licancabur is not just a mountain. It's an altar. An emotional compass, an ancestral entity. You don’t climb a god — you contemplate it. And down here, life breathes with more reverence.
And yet, the laundry dries on the line. The conversation continues on the sidewalk. Bread is bought at the corner. There’s a restless peace in living with a giant at the doorstep. But the most impressive thing... is learning to call it neighbor.