Dreams

• Photographer
  Ricardo Takamura
• Prize
  Honorable Mention in Nature / Landscapes

We walked through the desert at dawn, into an absolute and almost frightening silence, that gave us the certainty that nothing could be alive in a milles of us, to reach these lagoons, it was the second time that we returned to them, holes abandoned from a old mining into the Atacama Desert, taken by salt crystals that transformed what the human being destroyed in something of incredible beauty, if the waters were not salty, they would almost be an oasis in the middle of the desert.