Patagonia dream

Am I dreaming this landscape?

Or is it the landscape that creates me in its dream? On kilometres of roads, in the afternoon light reflecting its surfaces, on the wind strength and the dust storm, in the modelled ice of the glacier, in the clouds and the depressions, in the sacred Chalten reflected on the lake surface.

Perhaps is a Tehuelche, already dead, who keeps on dreaming about me because my hands are not on the rock galleries, but I am part of the land. A dream of nothing.

This collection of photographs were taken in February 2026