A riot of tiny color – Ollantaytambo, Peru photo essay
It would have been easy to cobble together a salad from the edibles that we brush by while exploring the Incan ruins of Ollantaytambo in Peru’s Sacred Valley.
Lush from the late seasonal rains, there are pea-sized Peruvian bush tomatoes, more seed than flesh; cactus fruit, what little the birds have left unpecked; agave, its spindly, tall masts flowering in a last hurrah; and wild greens and herbs, stinking up the place oh so nicely.
Succulents and air plants cling to the ruin walls, twisted forms adapted for exposure to wind and sun.
Throughout the Ollyantaytambo ruins, we’re knee-deep in wild flowers smaller than a non-Peruvian kernel of corn and more brightly colored than the cheaply-dyed textiles sold in town to tourists.
The plants are so distracting that it takes some effort to remember to look up at the ruins we’re walking by.