My dad still has not posted his Bolivia/Peru pictures. He is still debating how to name this series. I suggest Lights of the Andes. Everywhere along our journey, as the sun sweeps the horizon, snow capped peaks “rage, rage against the dying of the light”. Not unlike all the civilizations that have come and gone.
“Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”