This is my last group of photos from the indigenous community of Santa Clara.
Every morning, we woke up at sunrise. It was such a rush I didn't even drink coffee or feel the need for it...miraculous, considering how much I need coffee in the city. And then, at 5pm, as soon as it started to get golden (like in the photo above), I headed inside to Lucy's bed, to take shelter under her mosquito net.
Lucy and Anibal
Lucy's altar, and traditional Shipibo embroidered textiles
Lucy and her brother