Even though half a millennium has passed since the Incas worshipped the sun, it still rules Cuzco’s patios and streets. It is not an abstract and distant deity, but moves its rays through the street, an active presence daily claiming its own. Not only is its light a charismatic personage dancing through the city with lasar-like precision and clarity, it is heat, a moving line of warmth strongly separate from the cold of shadows.
What follows is a photographic essay of the sun’s light and its pair, shadow, as they occupy the city on a single day.
