You know that feeling you get when you step into an elementary school classroom and marvel at how little everything seems? Machu Picchu is the reverse.
As a kid I was more impressed with the llamas than the ruins they grazed among. And the curse word my little sister practiced under her breath to complain about the steep terraces. Thirty years later I am awestruck, humbled and grateful Gary can capture it in images where words simply pale.
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