Provincial Route N°1. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo MicieliI'm going around Patagonia. Again, this land holds my feet and myself, as it did long time ago. It welcomes me in the same way than before, boundless, looking at me with ancient eyes, speaking just a few words in a remote language. But with opened, tanned, generous hands. I'm going around Patagonia as if it were my own land. I feel that I've always been here.
I walked this land almost fifteen years ago for only a couple of months. This is the second time I visit it. I decide to come back but I think, I know, that the decision was already made by then, and that I only needed a boost. Now, as the wind brings air from other lands, as the hostile weather becomes more and more persistent and the distances are longer, I wonder what makes me come back again. There are reasons, as always, but beforehand I know that those reasons, which the intellect insists to speak, are not enough, and at most they only give a certain context. I can explain how I come here, to do what, to go where, to search what things. But there's something else, which still hasn't been revealed. There's an absolute answer, deeply true, which defines me here and now in this place. I know it will be shown to me, though I don't know in which form, in how many pieces, in which language.
This land is called "The End of the World", a nickname that seems to be uncompleted and arbitrary. Wouldn't it be, more than the end, the origin? Because I have the feeling that everything started here. If it existed a creator, an infinite explosion, a first instant of the whole, that first spark in the Universe happened in Patagonia. So, perhaps, if we would lose everything we have, if the answers of the daily world are clumsy and insufficient, if we were naked facing something that we could never control, we might go back to the heat and light of that, our first fire, which the wind makes it burn in flames. And if we'd still think everything is over, we'd know that, like in a circle, start and finish are the same point, a continuum and not an ending.
My trip starts here. There will be always a place for other travelers, curious people and for everyone who want to travel with me. I wish all these pictures and texts mean as much pleasure as it is for me. Let's make this photographic-textual excuse to be something else than only that.
Be welcome to my bonfire.
Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
View of the City of Carmen de Patagones, from Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
Río Negro, Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
Old Bridge between Viedma and Carmen de Patagones, seen from this city. Buenos Aires, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
View from Río Negro and the Old Bridge. Viedma. Río Negro, Argentina. © 2016 Leo Micieli
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