"Salar de Huasco"

oil on panel, 36"x24"
Why does there exist at the top of a mountain, cradled by mountains, in the middle of the desert,
Atacama desert a lake so magnificent it could make you cry and every night the sunset like a grand opera plays,
with wild pink flamingoes and herds of black llamas as its stars and no people to see it.
I don't know exactly where we were, an hour or two from Pica, Salar De Huasco, I think.

©2006 Carol Buchman