This is Pitusiraya, the mountain under whose protective side the Apulaya Center for Andean Culture is situated. Each morning on my 10 min walk to Apulaya from where I live in Calca my eyes are turned upwards, I am observing the mountain, watching to see what mood he is in today, happy, bright, cloudy, dark - and I say 'he' for the mountains are male, he is one of the bigger Apus in the Andean spiritualy and he is beautiful and strong and monstrous and definitely a force to be reckoned with.
Although I concentrate when I weave there is still time to look up and enjoy the view of the mountains, of the sheep in the garden, the neighbour's field or house etc. When I looked up from the weaving mid afternoon on Wednesday and my eyes went to visit Pitusiraya again I suddenly sat more errect than usual and my eyes did not go back to the counting of red and white warp threads.
There was a fire close to one of the peaks on Pitusiraya and ..... it was not just a small bonfire, well, probably it had been some sort of small fire earlier on but now it had expanded - like a forest fire which starts up sometimes by lightning strike sometimes by human thoughtlessness - as it was, we had not had a lightning storm for days and so ... the human start up factor probably can not be denied. As the afternoon wore on the fire expanded, what we saw was the lower part of the fire line, where it kept rolling over new territory and gained strength.